Shapeshifting
Like a werewolf with no bite.
The full moon is unrelenting, never-ending
Each and every night
Transfiguration, constantly discovering new pigmentations and colors and lines and it's fine.
But I'm not fine- this beast that I've become is different than who I once was and who I once was did not aspire to be the person that is me.
Memories untold with each hour, I get older and less bolder and more fearful and afraid with each passing day I feel scared
Within these red locks grow more and more gray hairs
Life just isn't fair and the weight of the world seems to take its toll
On my body my mind and most concerningly my soul
I feel like we were never told
That inside my mind
It's changing all the time but not at the same speed or the same pace or the same place my thighs and my hips my scars and my face
I feel like I'm changing shape- but at all the wrong pace
