Spineless, a shape shifter, a piece of putty is what I have become...bending to the ways of others, never upsetting anyone...
   I fight for good, then turn to evil...I agree with the dictator, I break bread with the peace-maker...
Sweetness for me is a double-edged sword, for it is spineless I am...not stable,
   To pacify one I talk rubbish about another...and that same day give the other a hug,
   Unable to take sides, for fear that I'll disapoint, unable to take shape - incase my shape is wrong,
   Woe to those who like me cannot...suffer the consequences of a decision,
Perhaps I am more like the characters I describe, than I would like to admit,
So perhaps this is my gift, to pacify all...to shift to their personality and mood, or then again it may be a curse, that forever I'm afraid to choose, forever afraid to decide, who knows, perhaps either?