I can see the poison dripping off your tongue,
As “Your too fat” cut deep,
I can see your fangs protruding,
You speak with disgust “ Are you transgender?”,
“You're not pretty enough” slither across my ear drums,
As your lies “long hair and makeup makes you pretty” make a fool out of me,
Your scales blister my heart,
As you use me up and twist me into a little doll,
I can see my blood spill out before me,
When you strike with harshened words **** yourself” .
I can feel the venom coursing through my veins,
Up from the wound,
Towards my mind,
Someone please **** the venom from my wound!
So I do not become a snake of society!
Jun 4, 2018
Jun 4, 2018 at 3:12 PM UTC
I can see the poison dripping off your tongue,
As “Your too fat” cut deep,
I can see your fangs protruding,
You speak with disgust “ Are you transgender?”,
“You're not pretty enough” slither across my ear drums,
As your lies “long hair and makeup makes you pretty” make a fool out of me,
Your scales blister my heart,
As you use me up and twist me into a little doll,
I can see my blood spill out before me,
When you strike with harshened words **** yourself” .
I can feel the venom coursing through my veins,
Up from the wound,
Towards my mind,
Someone please **** the venom from my wound!
So I do not become a snake of society!
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