I don't why how in the world I keep up with,

The words I keep writing down,
Because I can't slow them down,
Quick like rapids,
And powerful enough,
That it's barely enough to stay standing,
As they slaughter the  things I can not explain,
And you could take your best shot,
But I somehow still stay standing up,
And I will never measure up to your height.
And I keep talking,
But I'm not too sure what I mean,
When I write the words,
What you think is right?

This is what it's come to be,
And I can't help but feel so oddly,
You're wrapped up tight ready to strike,
But your so unlike the rest,
I can't see the rattle on you.
And not once have you hissed at me.
"What if this is your chance..."
But I'm still so unsure of taking it,
From all the pain I've always been in,
I just hope that I've had enough venom already in my veins,
So that I am forever immune,
It just might as well be for the best,
But this time I can't help,
Just one more little thing,
And don't you know,
That means the most to me.