Metamorphosis

reflexing 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/

cerebellum poppin' ideas while my patience is packed/

infinite kindness got me feeling like I'm under attack/

reflexing through portraits I passively paint/

morphing myself till there's nothing that remains/

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

my roots exposed now watch how deep they're planted/

truth hurts worse than broken pieces scattered/

dreams worth keeping? that's what really matters/

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

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

process the pain let it echo, let it resonate/

grasping at nothing till my fists bleed, can't hesitate/

natural-born shape-shifter, mastered the pattern/

limits of kindness stretched till they're about to flatten/

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

metamorphosis complete but at what cost I've won?

reflexing 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