I’m jealous, and I’m not afraid to admit it.
it’s eating out my insides
and i try to cope with it,
but the chances pass by my sides.

i like to hide it with my anger,
but sometimes it gets the better of me
and i lash out with everything i have,
and hope that it’s not to late to flee.

when i see the several lines or words,
from the both of them,
i wonder how many lines i have left,
before they ignore me and i cause mayhem.

“It’s never too late,”
that’s what they all say,
but they just don’t know
how it feels to be so far far away.

far away from everything and everyone,
from the things and people you love.
Jealousy implants itself into me,
like water and a white dove.