My wretched muse

My Wretched Muse

I wanted to be better,
She saw I looked down.
I wanted to be special,
She watched me sparkle.
I wept
"I loathe her
She should know she's zero."
She wept
At her nothingness
And I'd have gladly killed her
Whilst she starved and retched.

See, I'm nothing to envy,
I am easy to become,
Just chant the mantra of abomination
And swallow a pill of self-hate daily.

But remember
When I envy I tend to destroy.