### "MORPH" by MJ Layao

Under it all, I can say
I am a bird flying away
Maybe that chamelion, adjusting
Or a mother hen, fighting
Will I stay, will I go away?
Or maybe it's okay, I love myself
By what it is from all days
Not pretending is good
But still, pretending is not faking
There's nowhere else to look
No room for the asking
Cause like a chamelion, adjusting
Or a mother hen, fighting
Oh baby can you morph?
Or go with the water's flow?
I think it's easy
You won't feel it
Bye predator, I love it nice and slow

Another poetic original by me, showcasing a not so very strict policy in writing the poem. And thus, this poem wasn't really made through a matter of time. This was just constructed about an hour as suppose to its length. But this poem talks deeply about adjusting in certain moments that I feel very down. Primarily, the whole inspiration about the poem is the problems of social interaction (generally). Sometimes, I feel like I have no friends. Or words running in my mind like I am hated by many. But about being able to find a way to get out of a prison, I think it's easy for me to move on and get over it and continue doing my stuff.

As you may have witnessed in the last line of the poem, "Bye predator, I love it nice and slow," it's quite questionable to use those words. But predator actually means the temptation of suicide. Not to insult those suicidal people, but this is how I handle my life.