It's a vile thing,
One darker than death,
Yet more common than it.

It can rip ones soul apart,
And bring another to its knees.

You are jealous!? Of what?
Her success?
Why do you feel the need to bully and torment her?
To push her to her limits,
To push her to that dark corner of isolation,
And to push her away from life.

Her achievement is exemplary,
Congratulate her!
You were supposed to be her friend,
Don't depress her with your selfish jealousy!
The jealousy with which you feast on her success,
And the jealousy which turns you into Hyde and does irretrievable damage.

She is happy now,
She has what she wants,
So leave her be.