Envy Thy Name
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 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.