Chameleon

Waiting in the hall of life,

caught between a no-no and being a chameleon.

To beat boredom’s held on my social status.

Forget myself, so I can model you

 

I question the ground I stand on.

Your right is my wrong.

What and who I am is filled under “Identity Crises”.

Along with the lies of perfection you keep.

 

“What the hell do you think you are doing?

your time is short and I’m

doing the best I can to make you amazing

and you through it away!”

 

Leave your imagery world.

Your vanity is sickening.

Your hands are dirty with your sins.

I can’t believe I wanted to

blend in, be like you.

 

I question the ground I stand on.

Your right is my wrong.

What and who I am is filled under “Identity Crises”.

Along with the lies of perfection you keep.

Author's Note

I found some poems I wrote at 14. They seemed good so I decided to give them a go on the Cafe.

Reviews

[Sunflower 20]

Your right, this is amazing! Very good imagery and very nice flow, well done! :)

[paparapapa]

Wow. This is amazing. And you were only 14. What are you? :)) JK. Keep on writing. ;)

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Interesting read, I like this. Very nicely done.