I’ve wanted what she had in her house before, what
she has looks amazing; her life looks impressive
―a beautiful house, nice layout, and furniture,
hair did, nails did, cute clothes and shoes,
good food, luxury cars, six-figure incomes,
beautiful kids, and a wonderful husband―
everything looks good; I’ll take what she has
with upgrades and customization.
I’ve been down the envy road many times before
looking in from the outside, forgetting I am blessed
too; I overlook the little things that make a big
difference, I still have breath in me, and I don’t need
someone else’s perfect picture, I have to dismiss the
lies the devil keeps whispering in my ears
my life might look inviting to her too.