Envy Thy Name

In the crowded room,

As flash caught my eye,

I gasped.

Diamonds- uncut and pure,

Glittered around a thick neck.

My hand closed over

The two-dollar trinket,

Choking my voice.

She was such a show-off.

My car stuttered to a stop

When the signal turned red,

The sound-making me cringe.

Even as a sleek car paused,

Silent than a panther.

My eyes widened and narrowed.

Longer than my apartment,

It screamed money and power.

Here comes the idle son of a rich man.

Eyes glued to the screen,

I type faster than a flying comet.

"I've been promoted."

She whispered and giggled.

My fingers curl into a fist.

Three years of toiling,

I am invisible to the manager.

With a fake smile and

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flashy accent,

She waltzes right over me.

An abandoned basket stood

Outside my neighbor's door.

Something whimpered, I peeked.

Soft as cotton, white as a daisy,

It stared at me, unblinking.

Jaw clenched, I hand it over,

As her pale cheeks turned red.

So the wrinkled husband gave her a kitten.

The old couple was nauseatingly in love.

My house is clean, empty.

I have no friends to laugh with me.

Nor do I have pets to comfort me.

Why does the fat party woman deserve diamonds?

What did the rich son do to earn the flashy car?

How could a snobbish female be superior to me at work?

Why should an ugly old woman need so much love?

This would is unfair to me.

I rightfully deserve better than them.