The Sickness Poem by Samantha Bunn

The sickness finds us.
We try to run,
we try to hide,
but it always finds us.

The sickness is dwelling
within everyone.
Wheather they believe it
or not, they have the sickness.

I have it, you have it, he and she
they both have it.
There's nothing we can do to
prevent it from consuming us from
one time to another.

Killing this sickness with kindness
is the only way to rid us of it...
To get rid of this sickness is to accept it.

This sickness has a name...
Beware when you hear it,
it goes by the name of 'Jealousy'