Of envy.

I am insecure.

I envy pretty girls,

skillful people,

smiling people,

strong guys,

I am envious of all the qualities I do not posess within myself.

I tend to forget that,

No one is flawless and

No single person is able to do everything.

I tend to see everyone else as

Perfect.

So if one day you see me staring at you with saddened eyes and a quiet stifled heave of sigh,

Do know I am not upset.

Nor that it is your fault.

It is myself to blame,

I,

Who still learn how to love myself

And

Though effort seems vain,

Try to stop questioning why people love me.