Modern Poet's Masterpieces

In the hands of a Snake

I give him everything,

But he given back nothing.

I trust him the way I trust myself,

But he only trust himself.

I let him know all of me,

For I thought confidentiality is in his vocabulary.

I was wrong and it leads to my defeat,

But unto him, I never suspect.

I brought him to my successions,

But he give me too much obsession.

I never expect that he will betray me,

But he did it already.

I never think that he's a back-fighter,

Or even an oppurtunity-grasper.

I thought that he's a person with a word,

But yet he can't accept debt of gratitude.