A Chameleon (a poem from my book, Seasons Come, People Grow)

A Chameleon

I blend in with my surroundings,

Trying not to stand out,

Paranoia sweeps over me,

As I look around,

My colors change,

With every friend that I see,

Not knowing what I want,

Being how others want me to be,

I act like a thug in front of one,

A punk in front of another,

A geek with my friends,

A saint in front of my mother,

Blending in with my surroundings,

I roam around,

A chameleon am I,

Never to be seen or found.

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