Oh Marshmallow

Oh Marshmallow,

how you scorch above the licks from the fierce flames.

how you alter from an exuberant white, to an impassive black.

I aspire to be you so badly.

I want to die, because, I have no love.

The envy spread through my veins like a virus, as I grew with great jealousy.

The people here loathe me, everyone does.

Do they?

I abhor myself, but do they hate me?

Maybe so, but if i recall, I think they used another word.

Love.