Imagine

I’m out of my mind with envy. It’s the sort of envy that makes you want to act on it, do something physical, do something horrible.
I have hatred. I have hatred that seeps down into my thick bones and makes me cry out of hostility.
I am exceedingly angry. I want to rip a door from its hinges and examine the reactions of witnesses with a smile dripping with bitterness.
I am so very broken. I am waiting to be glued back together, or vacuumed up from the floor.
I am in utter pain. It is not the pain of a migraine or a slice of the skin, it is the pain of looking at a girl and boy in love and wanting to possess what they possess.
I can’t even imagine what it feels like to have someone kiss my mouth or to whisper in my ear that they love me.
At least, anymore. I knew it once. Not anymore.
I’m envious, and I have hatred, and I’m extremely angry and bitter. I’m in pain.
Who would want someone like that?
I am everything that nobody wants.