Manipulated Poem by April DOWN

It's the slight manipulation
That concerns me
The doubt and trepidation
That will then consume me

The falsification uttered
From the corners of fellows lips
Causing such innate confusion and flutter
I'm just waiting for them to slip

Tangled in their own silky webs
Surely at some point… I beg for it to rip
I can not function in this level of suspense
At some point I will dip

Head bowed down, cowering
Under their control
Which was the intent after all
My mind constantly under patrol

But I will bite and tear out of the web
I've seen the bees sting the spiders before
Retreat or destroy I will implore