This person changes so often we wonder who
They are, a changeling that accepts everything as it is
Unconcerned with what we’re running from but running to
But when we ask it who it is, it has nothing to say
For every action it takes makes us ask why it does that
And when asked directly it says that the
Reason it does what it does is that it is one of the shapeshifters
And changing on a constant basis is core to who they are
And that society looks at them and treats them as if they are wrong
Because they don’t have a collective identity and
Static selves held with a rigidity we
Are often proud of, express as who we are
And after years of conditioning, it starts to feel right but is it right?
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