Cheapen

You cheapen everything.

Every little comparative analysis you perform upon others accomplishments.

Trying to relate becomes unrelatable in the end.

For every victory, you lessen the impact.

For every experience, you soften what’s gained.

For every love viewed, your jealousy consumes.

You force down your successes like a teenager forces down whisky.

While I stand there, feeling proud of what you’ve become.

You take my skills, all of my abilities.

You cheapen them.

You nonchalantly act like my challenges were just easy hurdles.

In fact, you act like you could do the same as I do.

There are things that you can do, that I wouldn’t be up to snuff for.

There are things that I can do, you will never have the stomach for.

All in all, what is anything worth?

When anything can be worth nothing at all?