(On the Receving End of) Envy

Wrote this poem based on a recent real life experience as part of a seven deadly sins series I recently started writing.

I wanted the best for you.
If I had it, I would share,
if you had it, you would hide.
Congratulatory pats on my back
while you spoke ill to those who
thought less of both you and I.
An enemy of your friend became
someone you would confide in,
banding together to pull me
deeper into the dark abyss
of gossip, lies and deceit.
Copied my walk, my talk,
the way I parted my hair.
When did this become a competition
of who could play me best?
Intent to bring me down
to uplift yourself,
you plunged a knife deep
into my heart while your “friends,”
twisted theirs into my back
and hid their hands.
But I could see you clear as day,
you green-eyed monster
and your all consuming resentment.
There was no way to conceal your disloyalty,
now here I am, faced with the ultimate betrayal.

Author's Note

I'm open to all constructive criticism. ♡