Loved By Jealousy

She passes me.
So perfect.
So flawless.
But how many real friends does she have?
Her honey blonde hair.
Her picture perfect smile.
Does anyone really love her?
Her slim figure.
Her perfect boyfriend.
She glares as she passes.
My green eyes, my black hair.
I stare her down.
What is she to be jealous of?
Until my friends comeby, and stand by me.
I smile. I am loved