When I talked to my friends, I always feel at peace with them.
But when they talk about some of the accomplishments they've done,
I can't help but feel extremely envious.
As if I have yet to do something great.
He guessed the correct answer to this contest,
She entered a drawing contest and won,
he got to have his comic in the newspaper,
and so on.
How come I'm not doing anything great?
Was it because I'm a shut-in?
Because I don't have any special talents?
I can't do trivia or play sports,
and I can't sing or draw.
It feels as though the only talent I have is just reading and writing.
Sure, I post them online (somewhere else),
but it seems as though nobody will read them.
Add in the fact that everybody is independent
and I'm the friend who keeps hanging around.
I know I'm just complaining about this dull existence of mine,
but I can't help it.
Everybody complains too, don't they?
I'm just a bit more envious than others.