I can be sweet and happy and stress-free but I
See the lines on the faces to
Create a new visage I don't
Have
I tell myself to make a metamorphosis
Butterfly wings
Monarch of the art
Falling into a natural equilibrium
I can't.
It's my nature.
Do I accept off-beat melodies
For shadows of possibilities?
Someday the light will
Reflect a kaleidoscope of
The shades of me,
Maybe,
All the shades of me.