Hey Jealousy

Your words don't fly across the keys fast enough,
the words don't fill your mind enough.
You're jealous of him, you're jealous of her,
looking and reading all their flawless work.

You could never do what they do.
You could never be that good.
You might as well quit,
you've done the best you could.

You want to scream but instead you'll cry.
You'll act like you don't care but you know it's a lie.
Poetry's not your thing, writing never was,
so why even bother, is it just because?

You want to be good, or at least okay
but you haven't written in so long,
You haven't got the strength.
Well maybe you had something,
but you lost it long ago.
It's too late to turn back now
you've done it so long ago.

You want to write like her, you'd love to write like him,
but in the end all you can do is at least begin
start with one letter, then form a word,
maybe a stanza, you'd like to be heard
then a little while later, you'll have a poem,
it probably won't be great, but it will be told