By Allie Marie
I think we have a problem.
It shakes us like an incurable disease.
It spreads like the plague.
I’d say I’m immune,
but I don’t know if I am anymore.
I don’t want any part of it.
Jealousy is a strand so lethal.
twists into some kind of side effect.
We’re left with the biggest decision of our lives
to struggle for the cure
or become part of the disease.