Possessed

It keeps rising, This power, So enticing. My mind is blurry, My vision, cloudy. What will I do? My judgment rowdy. Yes he is my friend, A brother maybe, I hate his guts, His looks I envy. I trust my girl, I know she loves me, But I crave his looks, And I start to doubt me. And it keeps rising, My anger, Just starts slicing. From within, To without, I'm possessed, There is no doubt. She doesn't get it, I'm just insecure, I don't like my body, And his looks look like a cure.