I remember as a little girl, hearing the tale of The Scorpion and the Frog. Everyone believes the scorpion is at fault, but I say that it is the frog who takes the blame. To assume that just because the scorpion can mimic the his logic is the reason for his death. Sure, the scorpion knows just what words to say, all the best ones do, but to say it, doesn't make it true. The frog just assumes that in the end, they are alike. They want the same things, have the same insints. Not all of us see the world through the same eyes. Some of us are different, more different than they can see. But we know that, you and me. I knew from the second I saw you, you were a scorpion like me. Destined for something they cannot be. The world around us full of frogs, just waiting to be decieved. And who are we to deny them, to be who we cannot be?