I am told bitterness and rage and envy are no way to live.

That they’re sins.

That they will only rot my heart and soul.

I can’t be made to care, though.

They’re all I’ve got left.

I envy those i yearn for,

Those unfortunate enough to catch my wretched eye.

I hate them.

And I hate myself for it.

How dare I want?

How dare they be wanted?