Jealousy

As you walk, slow and awkward.
I see the roundness under your dress.
Can't name my feelings, don't know what to think,
I just know that my optimism has started to sink.

I don't want what you have
Couldn't take the pressure.
I just know you shouldn't be given this gift of life,
When all you are going to give back is pain and strife

You are naming it Alison.
You are marrying the father
But oh how I wish I could nourish her
I could give her a better life, of that I'm sure.

This injustice can't be born.
How much more can I take
That you should have this small bundle of joy
And yet you treat it as though it were only a child's toy.

Your baby deserves better
A better start to its tiny life
As I ask the question 'Why couldn't it have been me?'
I finally realize that I simply have to let it be.

*a/n- a teenage girl I know recently announced she is 7 months along and has been hiding her pregnancy. my thoughts inspired this poem. please R/R/C