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The Poison Ivy

Green with envy,

I watch from afar

As you bask in the glow

Of your bright, shining star.

You have it all:

The grades, the friends, the charm,

Leaving me behind

In the shadows, alarm.

I try to keep up,

But you always stay ahead,

Leaving me to wonder

If I'll ever be wed.

To the same success,

The same adoration,

That you seem to effortlessly

Attract and own.

And I can't help but feel

A twinge of jealousy,

As I watch you flourish

While I struggle to be.

So I'll keep on striving,

And try to ignore

The pang of envy

That I can't help but deplore.

For you seem to effortlessly soar

To the heights of fame,

Leaving me behind

To wonder if I'll ever claim

The same success and glory

That you possess,

Leaving me to ponder

If I'll ever find true happiness

In the midst of your glow,

Or if I'll forever be

Trapped in the darkness

Of my own jealousy.


'Othello', Act II, Scene 1, the Return of Othello (William Shakespeare) (from the Boydell series), Thomas Stothard


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