Jealousy is like a sore
That when you pick
Just festers more.

A simple way to break away
Is still your mind
Then calmly say:

I will not talk about these things
They’ve nothing more
Than hate to bring.

Help never comes through ugly thoughts
Through brokenness,
Polluted taunts.

In bitter views I will not die
Trapped in a maze
With all your lies.

I will not keep your company
I’ve learned, and now
I will break free.

Truth is, the things we like to feed
Are what grow strong
And are what breed.

I choose to be content and live
With thanks and joy
For what life gives.