I was never the jealous one
But actions  proved me wrong
When I placed passion into it
Another can master without effort

When I put heart into it
Another can make it perfect.
It was daunting
at the same time humiliating

I was happy for them at first
Then slowly Happiness made it better
It festered, matured
Like a tumor slowly killing

I felt hatred, Sadness and disappointment
For the things I could never perfect
yet another can master.
I was down, drowning and dissatisfied with myself.

I was never the Jealous one
But actions proved me wrong
Approval for the other
and utter disappointment in me..