I am sometimes angry, sometimes sad and at worst, even afraid. when I see everyone’s perfect lives, ignoring their lies, and their webs and bewitching melodies, gorgeous figures and golden possessions. I am not damaged by them, or by their honey, but by the idea that I will never be enough, not for me, or my family, or the society. I am afraid that one time she will finally catch me with those long and sharp claws, screaming, mocking voice and slender but greedy figure. but most of all I’m afraid by her call and her lies and Jealousy’s mesmerizing emerald eyes.
But I remember my own eyes, and my soul, stronger than even the sharpest diamond.