envy

with every step she takes
with every move she makes
i feel a ticking in my nerves
i feel a tension i try to reserve

with every sweat that trickles down
with every crease upon her frown
i feel my adrenaline kicking in
i feel the need to be there to win

with every picture that she's got
with every tan line that she spot
i feel my patience wearing thin
i feel the bitterness from within

yet with every look of every page
of her every picture that she stage
i feel the resemblance so uncanny
i feel the striking similarity

and perhaps i've gone a bit too far
in leaving my envy gates ajar
but really, she's the girl i truly fear
would take the place that i've held dear