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<H3 style=color:turquoise;>"MORPH" by MJ Layao</H3>
<a style=font-family:britannic>Under it all, I can say<br>
I am a bird flying away<br>
Maybe that chamelion, adjusting<br>
Or a mother hen, fighting<br>
Will I stay, will I go away?<br>
Or maybe it's okay, I love myself<br>
By what it is from all days<br>
Not pretending is good<br>
But still, pretending is not faking<br>
There's nowhere else to look<br>
No room for the asking<br>
Cause like a chamelion, adjusting<br>
Or a mother hen, fighting<br>
Oh baby can you morph?<br>
Or go with the water's flow?<br>
I  think it's easy<br>
You won't feel it<br>
Bye predator, I love it nice and slow<br><hr color=>
<p>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.
<p>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.
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