The Green Monster

I wonder if life in the green brotherhood is going to kill me.
The 2 year sentence is like being chained to this huge green monster.
No matter where you go it just haunts you.
At the movies, out shopping, enjoying a fancy dinner with the family.
The green monster peers over my shoulder and throws tantrums of jealousy,
as it observes my short moments of enjoyment and pleasure.
The thing decides to put a stop to my smile, placing a time bomb in my head.
Immediate thunderstorms in my bright sunny day.
It laughs sadistically as I pull my dragging feet to its den.

I term the green yuck as disturbia.

I think I lost myself.