Fistful of Snakes

she suffered in silence the inglorious dirt of rumor as she tried unweave the web it wraps round her far from being willing to live this way the lies and the stink of deception settle in but she keeps struggling against the tide she is a sweet beauty incongruous the late day clouds roll in and she casts a weary glance at the troubled skies trouble enough on my own don't need another fistful of snakes but deep down inside she knew she could handle another dark day long as there is the bright promise of someday and as the rain and stink of decay settles in she rises above like she always dose people will always talk spite is a hunger that is never sated jealousy is a disease that has no cure she suffered in silence the inglorious dirt of rumor but she is made of better steel and this will never break the likes of her and as she unweaves the web of lies she feels stronger with the knowledge that she will win