The Envy Tree

I once had a friend,
Or she had me
Til I found out she lived
Under The Envy Tree.

If I had a boyfriend
She had two.
What I couldn’t handle
She could do.

If I had a chore to do
That wasn’t much fun
She had to do the same
But she was already done.

If I read a good book
She’d already read it twice
If I felt bad about being naughty
She bragged about being nice.

If I had new shoes
She already had a pair.
If I was going on a trip
She’d already been there..

If I wrote a poem
Verse by verse
Hers was better
And mine was worse.

If I was happy
And my life was going well
She was feeling tragic
And looking like hell.

She chastised me once
For just being lucky
I always lived in sunshine
And everything was ducky.

I saw the light
And set myself free.
I left her, still living
Under The Envy Tree.