Green Without Grace

Scrolling through pictures, their smiles like a knife,

a friend on my screen, a glittering life.

Success in their eyes, while I sit in the shade,

a wilted flower, in sun’s warmth betrayed.

They shine like stars, I watch from the ground,

as envy stings sharply, my self-worth unwound.

Catching their laughter like leaves in the breeze,

I wear my discontent with a sickening ease.

My heart is a cage filled with shadows of pride,

but deep down I know, I can't let it slide.

Why do I care if their sky’s painted blue,

when in my own garden, I’ve nothing to prove?