Snakes

 Underground tunnels are below us, slithering with snakes

They’re disguised above ground and I don’t know what to make of it 

I’m just speculating, trying to make sense of it all

I don’t always know which way is up and which way is down

Sometimes I’m pulled in both directions at once somehow

I’ll expose the conspiracies to myself

Describe the fallacies and pick apart reality

The question I ask the most is who am I?

 Because I’m trying to make the pieces fit

Sometimes they do, effortlessly when I remember it’s all a test

And (mostly) everything I’ve been told is a lie.

The county’s favorite umbrella organization

Monopolized Embezzlement

Created their own fragments of me, they’d like to keep

Slithering through the tunnels, they file away what they choose

And keep me out at all costs

Another piece created by my soul companion

3 more pieces lost to employers because they were in on it too

Triangulation turned into me against the world

The minute I started to realize there were too many “coincidences”

And it’s only paranoia if you’re wrong.