Suffocating.

I dare not say, but must admit,
I have a jealous soul, of friends amidst,
How beauty and talent had favoured them,
So have love, and joy and friends.

I am ever sincerely, happy for them,
Yet my soul weeps, myself condemned,
For I am weak, and ugly and talentless,
In the eyes of the world, I am deemed worthless.

Or so they exist only as my thoughts,
But inside them I suffocate,
A lonely burden to serenade,
This broken soul.

But I am strong in heart although alone,
I will soon learn and grow from this sorrow.

Don't mistake me, I do love my friends,
Ever so dear to me,
Even I can't comprehend.

Jealousy and envy,
Covetousness and comparing,
Must never win,
And will never.