I recognise envious eyes,
jealousy runs in my life like a knife-
that plunges into the spine of a hero,
a worshipped figure can still get stitches.
This is the epilogue of a life distorted,
bordering on borderline personality disorders.
This is my life, the green eyed monster is watching,
being honestly cautious of my responses
I make it my responsibility to remove the hostility.
I put out a net, restricting its movement
but it spends its time slithering through it.
This is me at my truest,
jealous hearted, falling apart but falling in darkness often
like I'm lost in my own coffin, coughing from the option of breathing in dirt and dust or not breathing at all. This is me,
I am embracing the hardest feeling to admit,
I am envious,
I am jealous.