Myself

My jealousy is like the jealousy of the moon to the stars,
The stars who have their own light,
The stars who never be alone in the night sky.

My hatred is like the gravitation,
It pulls me down
No matter how hard I tried to stand tall.

My envy is like the wind who blows away beautiful flower,
The wind who doesn't care about the beauty of the flower,
The wind who never stops to blow away everything.

My pride is like the knight's armor,
It's shining and bloody,
It's strong but severe.