Jealous Poem by Saint Cynosure

Fear of something that's not known,

nervous by something not shown.

Anger seems so binding tight,

with out a thought of wrong or right.

Ready just to end it all,

to wipe smooth clean this table.

So hard to breath between the falls,

so hard this un sure fable.

True that I have trusted once,

but all I got was heartache.

Then after all was said and done,

I found my trust a mistake.

Sweetened songs of flattery,

delightful words they sell us.

Then anger is what seems they get,

and scream because I'm JEALOUS...