Jealousy

Jealousy overcomes me like an anaconda suffocating my prideful puffed penguin chest and the thought of your hand running across the skin of someone else is grievous So uncomfortable, I feel a wave of something wearisome, and it's left a skunky sour taste in my mouth, nauseas at the fact that you could look that way.... at someone ELSE A wave of irritability floods over me like a tsunami of self doubt, I take my aggression out on myself curse obscenities to numb the guilt of my defeat in all interpersonal relationship realms I know that I will never measure up to the standards of perfection, that I have daydreamed up I feel like a child reaching up to the cookie counter, but I can never manage to reach that perfection shelf