i need to find that one switch
flick it and all this
disappears,

i am the skin that a snake must live with
until it gets so uncomfortable
like too tight clothing or the smell of barbeque
that it sheds everything and leaves it in a heap

it is everything that is wrong
and everything that is undesirable
sometimes you pick it up and drape it on you
and tell me 'i like it'
but all i see is the skin distorting you
covering your perfection with translucent scales
the pattern of the scales crack faults on your perfect face
you don't want to be stuck with that

i will bury it deep in the ocean where
the fish will nibble at it and die a slow death
there is no glory in the letting go
only what happens after
i am the snake that leaves itself behind
and we are of the same but we are not the same
there is no similarity between 'success' and 'failure'
there is no similarity between 'happiness' and 'poison'