I wish I were a snake;
So that I could crawl out of this skin, And become white and pale.
Nothing within, will change,
But, perhaps, everything I do will become acceptable through your tinted lens.

A pity that beneath the thin film,
Our souls resonate similar thoughts and feelings.
But this surface muffles mine,
And empowers your to stifle others in a sleight of hand, that coloured our Destiny.