Green with envy

I'm wickedly presistant and can plant roots of doubt and unkindness.

I twist and turn with greedy wants that push and pull just to manipulate.

I find the deepest dullest discomfort and contort it until it creates a near death pain.

I make you feel uglier, dumber, dimmer, worthless and quite insane.

I take your talents and strengths and wipe them away with fear and intimadation.

I make you crave everything you can't have while I drain every desire you wished for.

I smile proudly as tears sting your eyes and blur real life and make you see things slanted.

I'm jaded and marbled, mossy with sour spreading from my garden, streaked with rotting nature and toxic organic cruelity in my veins and vines of dispear and mistrust. I am green with envy and I can grow best in your shadiest shade, hidden in your unsettled forest and in every blade of grass crushed under your heaviness.