Poem: Chameleon



I’ll shed my skin for you

When you want me to

I’ll put on a mask so flawless

Even you won’t be even to tell if I’m lying

I feel like a machine

With my insides already dying

Something without a heart

With each new part you want me to play

I’ll start to dismiss my script

I know my words

I can say the things you want to hear

I can do the things you want me to do

Or I can always be the thing you hate

Haven’t you heard humans need to adapt to survive

So I’m changing my colours

To stay alive

*originally published: March 17, 2007.

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