To JealousyAn A on a test, a new promotion
First place at a tournament
Covetable things, sure.
But who always gets them?
Never you, you who most deserves it.
Always a friend, a relative, a coworker.
You hold back your disappointment,
Offering congratulations through gritted teeth,
Believing luck will come to you one day.
But it never does.
Why don't you ever catch a break?
Are you any less worthy?
You know you're not, and you hate them for it.
You begin to grow distant.
You tell yourself you'll make up with them later,
But you never do.
[TABLE OF CONTENTS, LHS CLASS OF 2013 EDITION]
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