Sitting there in the room alone,
Watching while someone takes your throne,
You sit there plotting,
You sit there trusting,
You know that one day you will take it back,
And on that day you will attack
Not the man's body, not his mind,
But instead the heart and what's inside.
It's how low you go,
It's how you perserve your ego,
It's what keeps you alive,
What kills you while you "survive."
It's envy's end.