Jealousy was the symptom

Jealousy was a symptom
Fear was the disease
For every time someone laid their eyes on him
She was forced to look back at herself

How could you look back at yourself
When you avoid staring at the mirror in the morning?
How could you look back at yourself
When you hate the very reflection you always see?

Jealousy was a symptom
Self-hatred was the disease
For every time someone caught his interest
She thought he would see more and more her flaws

The others were better than her, she was convinced
Stronger, less problematic, of course, he'd rather be with them
The others were everything she wasn't, even when they were
Their plights were softer than hers, so he'd choose them

Jealousy was a symptom
Sadness was the disease
For every time she laid her eyes on him
She felt sorry he had to put up with her

//eh....