I like to think that I'm not envious;
Content and grateful is my humble heart.
Whoever the artist who crafts the art,
Their works shall never make me dolorous
For I take joy in things that are wondrous.
Until, one day, when something in my heart
Arose, so bitter of beauty. The start
Of my epiphany—I am jealous!

The green-eyed monster has emerged at last.
'Twas triggered when I realized I was low
Compared to others. How'd they rise so fast?
Comparing numbers fills me with sorrow.
I told myself, "Jealousy, too thou hast?"
I have! Since long ago; I didn't know!