Envy

They call you a freak, 

Water off a duck’s back, 

Their words are hollow to you now, 

Mean nothing to you anymore. 

You know you have always walked your own path, 

You don’t need to follow anyone, 

You’re not a lamb. 

You see their idle gossip as envy, 

They are bored of their lives, 

Small mindedness bites them late at night. 

What else have they got? 

Nothing much, 

Big green eyes glittering in the darkest of nights, 

Makes your stomach lurch