first decision

I sit here and wait for the words to flow from my fingers to the screen
but how can I describe jealousy's worst shade of green?
I sit here and use napkins because I can't find any tissues
but what I really can't find is the source to my issues.
I sit here and create problems when there clearly are none
but my soul's at war with my mind and it's unclear which has won.
I sat here and felt a sense of catharsis as my thoughts and the screen coincided
which only leads me to believe that I have decided.