Shapeshifters rarely have good intentions
They shift away right when you think you have them in your grasp
Elusive
Confusing, like bright lights flashed at your eyes

It's about losing control, pain drowning out the ceaseless stream of thought
It's about taking control, owning the power to give myself release

I wish you would all grab my arm and stop me
Yell in my face What the hell are you doing?
But I don't want anyone to know
Planned excuses, not deep enough for scars, clothes picked to cover up my crimes

Is this for me
or is this me begging for your help?

Did I copy this or did I choose it?

Shapeshifters are silent assassins
You never can tell what form they'll appear in,
there is no way to fight
before you know it, the points of their weapons have already dug

under your skin