the snake

beware the snake who claims

you’re a friend

with its smooth words

and promises of loyalty

carefully tucking away words

slipping notes

saving secrets

to throw against you

when it needs to escape

for it’s own pride

luring you with friendship

lancing you to save it’s skin

leaving you to clean up the mess



It’s hard not to feel forgotten

To take every text or short word to heart.

Believing even the simplest note has much more meaning behind it then it truest does.

It’s hard to quiet the voice in the back of your head.

The one constantly whispering that what you think is true.

Yes, he thinks your wrong.

Yes of course she took it personally

Of course they don’t think you’re good enough.

It’s a constant struggle.

A battle between one voice and another.

One that never really ends.