RE: Jealousy11 Jul 2025 18:29
In shadows deep, behind a screen,
He hides where he cannot be seen.
With fingers poised and heart grown cold,
He spews his venom, brash and bold.
He scrolls through joy he doesn’t know,
Through lives that sparkle, smiles that glow.
Each post a dagger, each success
A mirror of his emptiness.
He mocks the art he cannot make,
Calls every laugh and win a fake.
He twists his words with bitter flair,
To drag down those who breathe the air.
His soul, once bright, now dimmed with spite,
Can’t bear another’s rising light.
So every tweet, and every thread,
Becomes the place he leaves his dread.
Yet in the silence, late at night,
He stares into his screen’s dull light—
And wonders if, beneath the grime,
He too could rise… if given time.
But envy’s chain is hard to break
When every smile feels like a fake.
So back he goes, to feed his role—
The lonely, jealous, bitter troll.