Envy
Your innocence is a sin,
So sweet, untainted; pure.
There's nothing there that's dark within,
Of happiness you're sure.
I'm not sure how you do it,
Remain this finely free,
Of my aversion to it,
My sin and misery.
I'm still here I'm bleeding,
I'm cold, I'm dead, I'm blind.
Into darkness run unheeding,
Try to leave my fate behind.
Try to tell myself I'm alright,
That I'll be okay somehow.
But I know it's wrong to try and fight,
This path on which I bow.
Your happiness is a mistake,
So clean, so clear, so bright
It's something I can't hope to fake.
Your melody of light.
You feel no pain; you have no sin,
Can't beat you down for long;
Nothing bad will quite get in,
As you keep moving on.
They say I'm just a demon,
Something crying out for pain,
I'm just a worthless, heartless heathen,
No longer sound and sane.
You carry on, you don't know why
You'll see me scream and pray.
Just leave me here, just go, just die;
Can't find myself today.
Khavy Tran