Chameleon

Wed, 10/26/2016 - 17:53 -- Roz

So focused on blending in

to those around you

that you never show

your own colors.

 

So focused on fitting

into the crowd

that you never share

your many talents.

 

So nervous that you'll

be rejected

that you never speak up

or give your opinion.

 

So adaptable,

to life,

that you hide in any

and every situation.

 

You are just

hiding your true,

beautiful, self

behind a closed curtain

 

You are trying too hard,

to obtain the

unobtainable;

perfection.

 

And although you may

find yourself

loving person you

have become.

 

You tire of being a chameleon.

This poem is about: 
Me
Our world

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