Jealous

I get jealous when I see the crippled guy
To whom hands flock to support
Eager like birds to a feeder
Whenever he’s near a slight bump in the road

I get jealous when I see the pregnant woman
For whom all stand up and then circle
Accommodating possible need and want
Seeing mood swings and tantrums as only normal

I get jealous when I see the stupid idiot
About whom all laugh a little bit
Joking softly but understanding
Life must be difficult enough for him as it is

I get jealous of the burn-victim
For whom simply skin raises curiosity
Scars as evidence to past trauma
A clear story as a reward to those who dare to ask

I get jealous of the self-harmer
To whom all keep a respectful distance
The stripes demand people to wait
Patient to earn the right to know more

I get jealous
I know it’s not nice
But sometimes I wish
My brokenness was just clear to all