You are watched. When you look at me,

The reflection of your eyes looks back.

I can see your shirt and the part in your hair;

The loose, but clean nonchalant purpose,

Your glinting metal zippers and hidden pimples,

I see your disguised skin, your covered scars.

I watch you wash away your distinct features

And I smile.

I love your fear of being seen,

I see your too-short legs and too-long neck.

Your fat is visible to me, I pinch your skin with my gaze,

Fear of yourself, so sour sweet in my mouth,

You’re so tough between my mind’s teeth.

Futile push-ups and thickened jeans are my joy,

I love your discomfort in your own skin.

You are watched,

When you look at me you see my pale skin,

My unshaven legs, my cut-less wild hair,

I laugh at you with my too husky voice, gruesome teeth.

You are revolted by my sunken eyes and wrong nose.

So funny: you pupils dilate with fear,

Mine widen to dark calm pools, showing you to yourself.

You know my face.

I am Envy.