The Masked Tree

A snake who sheds it skin

We come across some people who are mean

To the core, they play a wicked game

In the life of innocent ones mentally

And find happiness in others’ suffering

Are they rooted like this from birth

Or it's due to their past trauma

Is it their fault or the society's fault

To give them such a tragic past

They may shed their skin for some time

To set up a wider trap called trust

Who doesn't choose to hunt like a lion

But like a crane which waits to catch its prey

They are the hidden antisociopath

Who portray themselves as innocent as a child

Make clueless moves as in chess

Which would be miserable and end up

Being backstabbed by them

Even though getting enough and more

Their greediest quest to hunt people grows

There words are like snow whites apple

They are a tree who grows in the tears of people

Like a never-ending chapter in the book