I remember
when you won
that music award in
5th grade. I
remember how your wish
came true and you got the guy
you wanted in 6th
grade. I
remember how you had all the
friends in the world in
7th grade.
I remember how you got your
first kiss, got awarded
“Student
of the Month”, and grew
up
without me in 8th
grade. I
remember all of this and so
much more of the great things
you've done, and that's
why I'm
so jealous of you. I know at
times it seems like I'm
angry,
bored, or disappointed with
you, but really, I'm just
jealous.
All the time I compare your
greatness to my flaws, and
that's what makes me
realize
how useless I am. No matter
what, I will always remember
that compared to you;
I'm
nothing.