Ooh jealousy, alas, sets in
Knife through my heart- no, sewing pin
For pins are not so easy to see
You’ll catch someone jealous, but it won’t be me.
You’ll never see it, you’ll never know,
But I’m jealous of she who steals the show.
Polite fictions disguise my pride
Which tangles up and hides inside.
I’m proud of my insightful tact
I’ve gotten really good, in fact.
And though I loathe my childish ways
This is something that just stays
Until it swallows you, splits you in two
Unless you stop and start anew.