Snakes Of Tomorrow

Trying to minimize the damage that is caused. Any comment or review is met with gratitude.

Years pass by and nothing changes.

Rejected, you still fight.

Rejoiced, yet you still control.

The snakes of shame slither through my skin.

Snakes you controlled and coerced.

Shots of angriness and bitterness

are injected into my veins,

yet I am the who can't ask for help.

These snakes must die with me 

so their venom can let others be.