Jealousy

 I am not happy glancing at her;

She is always happy; I pretended one;

She does not have anything;

That makes me unhappy; pretended weak;

I had the courage; tortured her minds;

Still she is happy;

People call me sadist;

People call me jealous;

I don’t know why I am not happy;

Many people used same tactics as I;

But I know, I am not happy;

I can’t see the happiness of others;

It is wired in me. Weird is it?

What is lacking in me?

Nothing. I have everything.

But I miss something; happiness.

First, I tried to protect her; she was tenacious;

Not falling in my trap.

Every trap I constructed for her; to put her down;

She disabled it with brilliant smile.

I can’t smile. I want to defeat her. That is the truth.

But I am with her.

With her or away from her; spoiling is failing every time.

Let me try one last time, I may succeed.

Do you think I am jealous ?

It’s just because, there is no equality.

To make equal, I spoiled her intentions. 

But she jumps over everything. She is crazy.

How is it possible ?

Every trap, she cracked.

Yes, I am jealous. I am sadist.

The world suffers;

Sadistic space has more acceptance.

That’s dark.

I am with the world.

The world is like me.