Jealousy

Jealousy, I feel it, I loath it.
Such innocence can turn, but
Is it not the price I paid, for
Jealousy is now my lot in life.
To look from afar, to see, to suffer
When every essence of my soul,
Screams out to be there by your side.

Jealousy in its self is evil, always
Bickering, arguing its cause.
But there is no cause like jealousy,
It can make a man cry, turn him quite insane,
It starts from within, creeping slowly, slyly,
Outwards, to become a beacon of sin,
Shining its true identity to everyone around.

Jealousy I loath thee, I despise thee, and thus,
I loath myself, for you see, I myself, am jealous.