Envy

Everyone's a little bit obsessed
With how what you have differs from their own.
Listening to them, I get depressed
When all they do is sit and sigh and moan.
Yes, yes, I get it, he has what you don't,
And therefore it, of course, appeals to you;
You can't imagine, or at least you won't
That he might think the opposite is true.
I cannot claim that I do not do this,
But when I do, at least it's consciously.
I know there is no proof that I'd find bliss
If I had what does not belong to me.
And yes, I yearn like they, and you do, yet
I don't let yearning make me so upset.