I want to be a snake,
a snake so strong that when you see it you freeze in terror.
to slither away when my name is mentioned in conversations.

I want to be a snake,
not judged for the mistakes I made
but rather admired for the things I do correctly.

I want to be a snake,
for people to listen to my opinions with a simple hiss.
a snake, who knows what they like.

I want to be a snake,
to not be insecure of the way I feel or look.
for people to leave me alone when I’m gloomy or mad or even in general.

For the world to stop even for a second,
to not look at myself and want to be someone else

Snakes don’t hate themselves, they don’t want to stay alone, afraid of what people think of them.

Don’t come looking for me, with your evil snake tongs
Don’t take me from the freedom of the wilderness and lock me in your little closet.

I’m not free yet but I hope I will be soon.

I guess I’m sort of like a snake, there’s a lot of snakes I’m afraid won’t support me, but 1 I know does,

Although I don’t show it, I appreciate that snake.
I don’t know what I’d do without her slithering by my side

By Laurie.