Jealousy hides for no-one. It lurks behind every corner. It is unrelenting, It will never stop feasting. Hatred owns those who let it. It grows like an encompassing darkness. It has a never ending appetite. It will destroy those who touch it. Sadness will not stop to think. It will just grow like poison ivy. On the outside can be seen beauty, But the insides are as deadly as cyanide. There's one thing to derive from emotion. They seem to only cause pain. They seem to be as black as dead space. They are like family who you can't stand but can't live without. Seems nobody has ever been brave, To walk into the grey area that we see as happiness. Are we afraid of what we'll find, Or do we fear we won't be used to it? So tell me, Should we try something new, In the hopes it can make someone good again, Or stay in a place where pain is constant?