Jealousy

Eyes narrow
Lips purse
Head begins to hurt
Mind explodes in angry notes
Malicous and mean
Good thing thoughts can't be seen
Hand on hip
Tapping foot
I can hardly stand to look
They hold hands, sweet as can be
God, I wish it was me
Panic sticken
Full of envy
There's something raging inside
And her name is jealousy

Author's Note

This is one of my first poems, and I'd really love your feedback. Thanks!