The tale tells itself

I've hated you since I was an ugly lamb
A creeping slithering feeling
Deep in my skin
Saw your fleece for its falsity
Knew you for the predator
Nobody else saw
And it frightened me
Run and hide


You adopted our mannerisms
Learned to bleat
But the timbre was never right
I was the only one to hear the hissing


Now your disguise is wearing thin
Tattered and crusted with muck
They're seeing you for the first time
What you are


They're seeing me too
I was never an ugly lamb
I was a mongoose
Now that I know
The truth of each of us
The tale tells itself