Chameleons have it lucky,

They can blend into their surroundings and dissapear almost completely.


Sometimes I feel a bit like a chameleon,

Invisible to the world around me,

But the only difference is that,

Chameleons choose to dissapear,

Whereas people chose not to see me..

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