name. Dougal Rea
right now. Second year studying Chemistry at the University of Edinburgh
A cunning creature recently I met
Whose tendrils into thoughts I thought were mine
Have snuck; and made me say things I regret,
Oblivious to jealousy's malign
Yet subtle presence in my tainted soul.
But even when I recognise its eyes
Of poison green, I still cannot control
Exactly how I act to you: its lies
Its hateful lies beget in me a spite,
Which with my sense and reason coexist,
And though I'm wrong (I know I'm wrong, you're right),
Still all your actions into insults twist.
Those bitter eyes my love for you deplores,
But aren't as green, ironically, as yours.