The Envious Child


They could never understand my jealousy
For when I saw them laugh it made me cry
When I saw them happy it turned me sad
For when I saw them live it made me die
When I saw them sane it turned me mad

They could never understand my torment
For when they saw me alone it made them sneer
When they heard me recite it made then mock
For when they saw me kill it made them fear
When they saw me pry it made them talk

They could never understand my life
For when they found me dead it made them wonder
When they saw me pale it made them ill
For when they saw me broken it made sunder
When they saw me hanging it made them chill

-Sate Redd

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