Evolve

My form seems ill-equipped,
It can not seem to fill your needs,
So I place this old me in a crypt,
To become someone which feeds;

It still will be very sweet,
But it won't seek to influence decisions,
A step closer to being complete,
From your matters there will be division.

When you spill shame on the floor,
I will turn my head away,
I won't affect your choice anymore,
All that stops today.

So I lay my head down as I evolve,
A new me will awake from this choice,
Your problems he will never solve,
For I have taken away his voice.