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?