Condescending

Venom drips from the words that come out of your mouth, and you still talk. Its hard to have any light from the situation, because its nothing but black clouds rolling into my head. Trying to save what is left; sucking the venom from each wound, in hopes of healing. Walking tall, and confident, may only be the front for those who look; on the inside its weakened. Take the two way street, being stuck in the middle seems to be the only move.