Such a thing as Envy

With green envy I simmered and burned
their reviews so much better than mine
Did they not know how to read a story?
Was it casting pearl before the swine?

So what if mine didn't sell many copies
and theirs swiftly continued to rise
Should I simply ignore the numbers
or bear testament to a writers demise?

Is the objective only volumes to sell?
Is that the only inspiration to write?
no sympathy for one who bared his soul?
and humbly brought a story to life.

The End

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