Why must I break everything I touch?

     Shatter every reflective anything
     Burn every hand that touches me
     Bite back at the hand that feeds me

Why must I be an accursed snake?

     Cold blooded and cruel
     Curled up with venum, waiting
     Lurking with distaste, hating

Why must I play both cat and mouse?

     Teasing, toying internally with myself
     Chasing dreams, hopes that get away
     Then running, searching for better days