Jealous

Hi,

This was something that I wrote sometime back, just wanted to share.

When I was young I used to be jealous

Jealous of all the people around me

Jealous of all they could have and not me

But even then I used to wonder

About the day when others would envy me

When they would realize what they had

But were careless enough not to understand it

Naive enough to worry about all the things they couldn’t get

And stupid enough to not be grateful for all they already have

And today, here I am, still jealous and still alone

Wondering when will I break this vicious cycle

When will I understand that this is how it will always be

I will always be that little kid who will look up every night

Trying to talk to the stars, the moon

And if nothing else then the solitary wind

Its as if I am never gonna find any peace and

I’ll always have that empty space

This should trouble me, should make me worry

But this realization has made me understand

This is how I always was

This is how I’ll always be