Surface. - Poetry Novel

muddy waters

I can't find my feet
I don't have the strength to stand
If I were a character, I would not be 'the man'
It's shudder over my skin
Like a snake on my hands and legs
Restricting me of movement
Like the rope that never breaks
Like the tears running down my face
Like my heart as it breaks
People laughing at my face
But there wasn't really a joke was there?
Just the overflowing of a cup I asked to be refilled except now water spills all over the place.