I shouldn't be frustrated.
I should not be mad.
But something inside me,
Tells me I am.
I've denied the feeling,
Whatever it is.
To try and be happy.
Shall I begin?
You met up with her,
You guys are just friends.
I trust your decisions,
To my very ends.
But something inside me,
Crawls to my head.
Starts complaining,
A small shallowly beg.
Get out I will say,
Every time!
But it tells me.
That you're not only mine?!
This creature comes,
Quite often I believe.
I goes by a name,
Jealousy.
But that's not the only name,
It goes by so many.
The green eyed like grass,
Somethimes even envy.
I despise it greatly,
If only I could see.
That this creature or....feeling,
Is a part...of me.
Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 9:10 AM UTC
I shouldn't be frustrated.
I should not be mad.
But something inside me,
Tells me I am.
I've denied the feeling,
Whatever it is.
To try and be happy.
Shall I begin?
You met up with her,
You guys are just friends.
I trust your decisions,
To my very ends.
But something inside me,
Crawls to my head.
Starts complaining,
A small shallowly beg.
Get out I will say,
Every time!
But it tells me.
That you're not only mine?!
This creature comes,
Quite often I believe.
I goes by a name,
Jealousy.
But that's not the only name,
It goes by so many.
The green eyed like grass,
Somethimes even envy.
I despise it greatly,
If only I could see.
That this creature or....feeling,
Is a part...of me.
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