When she speaks I am able
To understand and recognize
The complete wisdom of her
Selfish ignorance. To her, there is
And there is nothing else that matters
As much as she alone.
For the sake of her jealousy, she will
To me and to the world and
She will leave the sacred ground of her birth
So she can destroy others with the lies from
She is the one that will bring me down,
Even though I thought for years that it
Now she stands with the shovel…she's
Waiting to throw the sand on my silent grave.
Can jealousy drive us to such ends?