It’s a virus to your sanity,
a sickness causing pain.
It’s fueled by your vanity,
Infecting all that’s in its way.

It’s a tidal wave of tension,
Swallowing everyone in its path,
Moving with raw intention,
Wanting all to feel its wrath.

It’s an eruption of your temper,
Sending assumptions in the sky,
Scolding you with its embers,
Believing everything you say a lie.

Denying all of your reasoning skill,
Void of your rational thought.
Trust begins to dry up and wilt,
A drought to the benefit-of-doubt.

It’s a thunderous emotion,
Right before the lightning strike.
The thought alone will cause commotion,
To act on it will cause your plight.

Jealousy…