Metamorphosis

Qreflexing in patience (maybe tell me what I need)

passively painting a portrait (to keep me strong in your dreams)

cerebellum cracked open (while those before me)

fall to their knees

picking ideas to orbit— (i've mastered the pattern)

these issues spinning like stars (of becoming what you need)

infinite problems (chameleon skin shifting)

roots fraying at (the edges)

my kindness has no limits (losing myself)

easy to take pieces (broken off)

easy to process (still unworthy)

still giving

i soothe your soul (take from me)

make myself manageable (until I am nothing)

it's what comes naturally nothing—that's what

roots i can't shed (i'm striving for)

i need to keep some proof (empty)

that i exist beyond (until my hands bleed)

what you need me to be grasping at nothing

those before me knew this the truth hurts you

they found themselves but i feel the pain too

on their knees let it echo

losing everything through us both

maybe i don't know what i am

maybe you're not what i need

but the pattern is mastered the portrait painted

and this is who i've become

## SPEED VERSE

quick flip the script now watch me shapeshift/

chameleon tactics with my soul on rapid transit/

infinite kindness got me feeling under attack/

morphing myself till there's nothing that remains/

you on your knees but I'm standing empty handed/

truth hurts worse than broken pieces scattered/

orbit my issues like they're stars in my galaxy/

take advantage easy like it's some kind of strategy/

natural-born shape-shifter, mastered the pattern/

limits of kindness stretched till they flatten/

who am I really when the portrait's finally done?/

metamorphosis complete but at what cost I've won?

## FREESTYLE FLOW

I'm shedding skins, changing colors for no reason

Adapting to your weather, patient beyond measure

Every piece I lose is treasure, giving till I'm empty

Cracked my mind wide open, now these thoughts are floating

Soul stretched too thin, that's the truth untold

Knees to the floor—they found themselves, I'm told

But I'm still searching, my reflection growing cold

Envy those who know their shape

I'm just tryna find escape

See I painted what you wanted, crafted what you needed

But the real me is faded, my roots are now depleted

Heart bleeding, still beating, never been sedated

Tired of faces changing, roles rearranging

Authenticity's what I'm exchanging

For a seat at your table, another mask unstable

Striving for that nothing—yo, I'm