Snake

I recently didn't save one of my best poems, and i have no other copy, Also I've been dealing with drama. Therefore snake. Nightmares also inspire me to write things like this.

Anger,
Self Disappointment.
No hope...
Sometimes I wonder how can I be such an idiot
Pain and loss.
Frustration.
Can't get their words out of my head.
World slowly spins out of sight, shattering.
I question this.
My every move, My every breath
I question.
Should life be a game of clue?
Adventure, in nonsense.
Their words like venom spew in my face.
psst. psst. Come hither snake.
Like a bite to the neck.
It stings.
Anger, Happiness...
Are they the same.

Author's Note

Do you ever wonder if you did something differently in your past you would be farther or a completely different person?