It begins as a small burning in my chest
Then the burning becomes a physical ball
I wear this crest
the ball, that is now ignited by flames
as it falls

When it reaches my stomach my eyes begin to burn,
I can't control it
it reaches my face

Put on that fake smile, do it!
but it's too difficult, the pain I feel as my flesh is burning from the inside is coming out of me

My eyes blaze on fire, flooding me with pain and jealousy
I speak to myself in an angels whisper
encouraging myself to stay calm and see what is happening more clearly

But a demon voice tears at me, claw like, and I cant stop my mind from thinking its destructive thoughts
You're not as good as that.
Not as pretty.
You're not anything.
Listen to yourself now, who could want someone who gets jealous so easily.
Look, you can't even hide it, who cares if you don't say anything, its written on your face.

I'M SORRY, I'm Sorry, i'm sorry......i'm..... so sorry