I am a snake
When I speak it’s like something venomous comes out
of me,
A tone so sharp that it pierces peoples ears,
As I hiss and slither through lands of people that don’t care,
I speak once my poison comes out,
I’d like to see you care,
I have a doubt.
I try my hardest yet I don’t pull through,
My name is Ishaan and I never have a clue,
I love doing things especially speaking.
I can’t even do what I like without people screaming,
As my venom comes out I feel so cold,
Sometimes I just feel like mould.