shape-shifter

lift them up,
tighten them,
push them together,
spread them apart
and close your eyes.

shape shifter,
your eyes are bold, but black as your liner,
and your body is hard, but so delicate, as your heart,
you don't need to change for them, beauty adapter,
you don't need to change at all.

lessen the load, yet carry more weight,
bear the burden and
learn to love the self-hate
speak for all of us, as if we are mute,
tell us who we are, great shifter,
tell us what to do.

were you empty with too much space?
the vacancy, manifested in weight?
did you feel if you lost it,
the vacancy would fill?

but now your body is brittle
and your heart is cold
and your mind is silent
as you lay in your coffin.

you are dead, shape shifter.
i hope you learned your lesson.