You don't get to be my venomous snake.
You do not get to sink those fangs in my skin.
You'll not hold me like broken glasses and shatter me to shards.
I'll make myself,
something you can't claim
I won't let you poison the water I drink.
I'll make you release your strangle hold.
I'm older and bolder,
and I'm not afraid to break your toes.
If it's a war you call for, then it is a battle that I've won.
You'll no longer hold me under the water, and watch me drown,
I grow gills and breath.
I'll swim away from your poison sea.
Your hand may try to grasp me,
but your fingers may only touch.
Something you'll see you have lost,
everything that is me.
The seam wasn't just now ripping,
it's torn and this material can no longer be.
It was always tight,
how could I not see?
By spring I'll bloom, and I won't be in the same garden as you.
You'll no longer steal from my roots,
bur shrivel up and die,
if you don't support yourself.
I'm tired of you stealing my life from me,
so you can live and I can die.
Now I'll do more,
then merely survive,
I'm going to bloom.
So watch me flower,
for I am the plant.
You have lost all power of me.
Serpent I'll chop off your head,
and hold it in my hand,
then you'll no longer bite me,
and maybe my wound will heal.
But I'll still carry the scars of your bite,
but my insanity I'll keep.
Now I'll throw you to the birds to be eaten.
So how does it feel to be treated this way,
to be trampled on and used.
Now you and me are the same.
So Don't come back another day.
I have no more words to say.