Jealousy

God couldn't have created an any more worse word and meaning.

I'm don't get jealous. It's not me.

But a girl is making that hard when she flirts with the guy I like.

I don't like it.

I hate myself for it.

I hate her for causing it.

She's more athletic than I am. Prettier. Probably smarter.

Then there's me. The girl he will never notice as more as a friend.

Jealousy.

I hate it.