Written by: laura Hew

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 
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 
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