I always try to wish everyone good luck,
To have great opportunities, wonderful moments, and utmost happiness.
But sometimes, I cannot help but to speak of ill,
To sometimes curse “May that person’s life be a huge mess!”


I could not help but wonder why,
People like I who do not cause so much harm,
Be burdened by so much pain,
And suffer the pangs of stolen chances.


My heart goes over the moon when I’m glad,
But it overflows with sadness when things turn out really bad.
When I should be happy for someone,
It all turns into a fit of envy.


And now starts my waltz with the Green-eyed Monster,
I glide through, filled with so much anger.
I trudge with a broken heart,
All my frustrations are blatantly cried out.


My spirit gradually weakens,
My insecurities show up so often.
I could not bear to see myself cheering,
When I am simply, unfairly left with nothing.


Now I wonder how I would be able to move on peacefully,
If everyone gets what they desire except me.
So maybe I’ll just wait over and over,
When it’s my turn to waltz again with the Green-eyed Monster.