Snakes

Even where the grass is greener

There will always be snakes

Friends and family that blend and pretend

And we can’t comprehend why they intend to offend

So we lose trust in them and keep a distance

But we still hear them hissing, always discussing us

Sometimes they shed their skin, seeking change

To earn our trust once again

We feel like we need them

To be wrapped around them

And admire their presence

But sometimes they squeeze too tight

And choke us out of jealousy

Suffocate us

Show us that love is hate  in its purest form

Prevent us from being free

And finally sinking  their fangs in us

Injecting us with poison

Stay awake and never trust a snake

Never make that mistake