Hatred.

Its that choking feeling
When you know you cannot tell anyone
That deep desire of yours
Which almost came true
Before you ruined it

This is life.
The despair and the smiles a part of it.
Where one person makes the journey of a lifetime
And the other sobs and hurls abuses to a computer screen.

How pitiful.
How meagre.
How absolutely pathetic.
That someone’s happiness pricks you like thorns.

I feel anger.
I feel helplessness.
I feel jealousy.
I feel hatred.