People call others snakes for how sneaky they are. How they slither through the thick grass and hold their tongue until it all bottles up and the truth comes out. How they plot against you pretend to care when deep down we all know it's a ploy... I believe we're all snakes not for how we act but for how we are made. We all are born with different designs changing how we look shedding are skin becoming something new we all adapt and change to the weather in different ways some of us die off faster because we fail to change we fail to leave our skin and that's ok we attack the hands that feed us out of fear some of us may learn and grow past that some will rot alone some of us come in herds some of us don't. We love all the same but so differently. We all hold venom in our words and minds as we spend our days scurrying around flowing with the time. Some of us believe everything we do has meaning or purpose some of us believe life is temporary and means nothing. Some of us wake up feeling like we are being suffocated like a noose has been made out of air to fit our neck's perfectly so corrupt with a mental disease that we fail to notice who is at fault for it all. Making excuses for the people who hurt us most as they stab a knife into our backs we hug them and shed our skin letting go of what happened as if our past life never existed. Some of us use our teeth to hurt those around us instead of protecting them pumping them full of ideals they'll never reach. The bumps on our skin mean everything the scars are our stories to share and our stories to keep. The blood we shed as a species has been wasted over greed lust rage and boredom. We are all snakes with beautiful and ugly skin but we can shed those skins and turn into something new but it starts with changing one person and that person is you.
