pure jealousy. ꨄ︎ a poem written by @dollgutzz (lia) i’m sixteen and i think i’ve forgotten how to be easy to love. i watch my friends shine in rooms where i only flicker. their laughter fits together; mine always sounds like it’s apologizing. i hate that jealousy tastes so familiar now— like something i keep hidden in my pocket, something i feed when no one’s looking. i tell myself i don’t care, but i do. i care so much it makes me mean sometimes. i push people away before they notice i’m the second choice anyway. i remember being seven— loving my reflection just because it was mine, believing every mirror told the truth. i didn’t count who looked better, or who they’d pick first in the game. i just existed, bright and loud and sure. maybe one day i’ll find that version of me again— the one who didn’t need to be chosen to feel real. maybe i’ll love myself like how i used to when i was seven.
a poem about jealousy and comparing yourself. this shows my emotions on how jealous i have become over the years. maybe i'll love myself like how i used to when i was seven.
