Snakes

People tell me I'm being paranoid when It feels like the whole room hates me,
I'm marmite 
People usually do hate me,
How can I be liked when I'm constantly watching snakes weave themselves around my words,
Afraid to open my mouth because opening my mouth would allow me to be their prey,
The doctors tell me "things will change when you take these twice a day" 
Nothing has changed
In a room full of people I'm alone in the corner screaming but no one hears a sound,
Bubbles escaping my mouth as I sink to the bottom of the dark pool of sentences,
My friends say they support me, 
but what kind of support is telling everyone what I say to you in confidence?
In constant battle with the words that long to escape my mouth in fear they will be used against me,
People say I'm paranoid when it feels like the whole room hates me,
But how can it not when I'm in a room full of snakes?