I wish I could be the werewolf
The one who changes
Every time they are called to do so
But still one who knows where their true selves lie
Enough to revert and remember who they were

I wish I were the vampire
Confident and Composed
So sure of who they are
That they are content to never change
For as long as forever remains forever

I wish I were the dragon
Who could fly into a rage
And show their lust for wealth and power
Who hoard all their precious things
And never have to let go

I wish I were the unicorn
With all the grace and innocence
That wearing a white unblemished coat allows
Without being called a hermit
Simply for the select few that they allow to see themselves

I wish I could be the phoenix
All that fire and freedom
Right at their feather tips
Waiting and ready to be released
So that they might be born anew

But I am the Zombie
The pointless, useless, stupid thing
That slowly rots away
Piece by piece and still manages
To have that seemingly useless compulsion to try to keep going