A snake bit who i am

I would fetch you a star if i thought you'd take it
but there's still no scars from where a snake bit
so no, ...not my heart
you might love me but then start to break it
deep in my history when my soul was naked
before i loved and long before i hated
a snake bit me on my third birthday
yanked me from my momma but never hurt me
it dragged me to its cave
it tagged me as its slave
but silently guided me to a throne
the snake said:
"it's harder to live than to live alone
when you're grown you'll come back to attack me
but know that i bit you so you could be happy."
then the snake crawled off to its secret grave pit
and i looked for the scars of where the snake bit
but all i saw were faces i couldn't recall
so instead of going back, i went into withdrawal
i thought of my party and how even then my cake was late
and then it hit me
the snake bit me
because the snake was fate...

and so
before you go
do you know who i am?


*I owe this to Darlyne whose jumbled talk- or really, my waxy ears- inspired the intitial idea of my message. Thanks for being Customer Double- Oh One. Popcorn's coming... SOUP KITCHEN!!!!