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.


Nikita said...

On how you've written it... i don't like anything but the end (which i love!). Why must there be sentences? You completely succeeded in breaking the flow for your precious reader.
On what you've written... very interesting and honest.

Ayesha said...

It's more honest than a lot of stuff I've written before. And I wanted it to be abrupt.

Mash said...

So true.

Ayesha said...

Thanks Mashantha. Glad you agree.