Jealousy is unbecoming of people
I knew mine as a sinner knew the steeple.
The first time I met it, I didn't realise.
I thought my frustration had taken a disguise.

Burning me from the inside-out
God did I loathe my self-doubt.
Could I trust myself to look past
This searing bias marking me an outcast?

Steadily, over the months it grew
Festering under my skin like a living tattoo.
Monstrous, my leviathan destroyed all.
My hope, fantasies, and love became my downfall.

So here I stand, atop my church steeple
Staring down at the masses of tiny people.
The leviathan roared in my chest; building in my eyes
Were rivers of tears, much to my surprise.

Below me, the people began to shout
I don't know what that was all about.
At the open window, I noticed the drop was vast
Yet I wasn't afraid, thoughts of jumping left me aghast.

Maybe I should just admire the view
After all, in life there was much to pursue.
But suddenly, my leviathan began to call
And before I knew it, I had begun to fall.