I R A R E LY D R E S S I N G R E E N
It was never my colour, but it suits you well.
Your emerald skin glistening when we meet. I see your false smile and respond with my own. We hold our grudges in our handshakes. We do not resent. We do not hate. We do not brawl. Yet I see the venom dripping down your lips. Words biting but always failing.
You are not my rival. You are an annoyance.
Green looks good on you. Matches the envy in your eyes.