Tuesday, September 8, 2009


It's not constructed right. And I still have to modify it.

It always hurts when someone gets more attention than you.
It’s childish, and it’s immature
But it still hurts
Envy always creeps in.
And how much ever you want to,
You just can’t stop.
Every negative thought you have,
You regret,
But you can’t stop
And all those old feelings
That you thought you grew out of
That you thought you left behind
Come rushing right back
And they still sting, as much as they did then
All those feelings of insecurity
Which you know mean absolutely nothing
Come right back
You can’t help it
And you hate it
But they’re there..
And they eat you up from inside
Slowly, surely
Little by little.