Jealousy doesn’t look pretty on you

Golden locks the color of sunrise and distilled beauty

trail down her slender back, she is draped in jewellery,

Gleaming curls pooling at the waist of her silk gown

Framing her heart-shaped face like a crown

Skirts brushing her ankles, she turns gracefully

Her lips curve into a smile effortlessly

The sea of awe-struck faces parts for her, a duty they’ve been assigned

She is a goddess, the sun, the moon combined

I am nothing.

I am not beautiful.

Shrouded in darkness like a raven

I am a bad omen, a symbol of misfortune

My ugliness spills from every pore

The crowd does not part for me

A towheaded boy treads on my toe

He doesn’t bother to glance back

He is too busy searching for her

Her, her, her.

Always her.

Only when I look away does it happen.

A figure clutches her delicate waist

Yanks her squirming body towards his

Red blossoms across his cheek

She has slapped him

She has stumbled into the darkness

A single tear streaks a lonely path down her cheek

Oh,

I am enraged by the injustice of it all

Why won’t they love me?

Me, me, me.

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