Poem: Jealousy, I See You

When people talk about jealousy,

they think about choosing between who's going have the red car

and who's going have the green car.

But what happens if they collide?

I want something that everybody else seems to have,

Everybody else but me

I look across the room,

And see the couple holding hands,

and wonder why it's something I don't have

Am I just not attractive enough?

Am I not one that anybody wants to be with?

Why am I no one's first choice?

Is it me, or is it jealousy?