You envy me.
 

You speak to me as though you are the creator of the path in which my blood flows within.
You are certain that you are acuqainted with every speck of information there is to know -
You envy me. 
You believe you've figured out what makes me anxious, nervous, and insecure.
You are sure that you have what is best for me; what is already stereotypically in place...
You envy me.
 

With my bright brown eyes, but yours illuminating red...
Burning everything you stare at, and detest - 
You envy me.
My appreciation for life, my positivity day in and day out. And yet, you cannot understand why.

You envy me.

Your filthy words try their best to pierce me like daggers.
But your aim is not quite precise.
You have a plan - to ruin, destroy, and control my identity.
You envy me.
 

Why is it so that the seeds I have planted bloom into magnificent, strong, and beautiful flowers that continue to grow? 

And yours die at the rate of growth

of your spiteful personality? 
You envy me.