She....

She is a picture of beauty, everything is so perfect about her.

She is a success, everybody wants her.

She leads a life of glamor and freedom, so unlike me.

She is so well known, i may pretend other wise, so much better than me.

She will always be my reminder of the life i could of had.

She is my punishment for taking away the man she had.

She as long as i live will alaways be my compatiotion, my hate, my envy.