Envy is green, a disgusting, horrid green
It smells like rotting things
That have been buried so deep
The poignant odor is revolting
It tastes vile
Like something not meant to be eaten
And sounds like a constant noise
Buzzing in your ear, annoying and unceasing
It feels like something
Is eating you alive
Because it is
Envy eats at you, if you let it inside
It lives first in the black recesses of your mind
Then slowly works to other parts
Invading you entirely
And making its way to your heart
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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