Cheeks flaming and Red Hot to the touch...
Eyes downcast and stinging with unshed tears...
Mind roiling with thoughts,
"Why can't i be like them?",
"Why can't i be Complimented-
not Insulted?"
Jealousy rears inside me like an angry horse,
pounding through my veins.
my mouth feels like it's full of chalk,
the taste of Bitter, Angry words held back.
i am surprised the girl in the mirror
doesn't have green eyes
Churning like Storm Clouds in late fall.

i give no outward sign.
Inside, though, i am Collapsing under The Rise of Jealousy.