Chameleon
Chameleon
January 28, 2019
I try to change to match his mood
One day he’s vibrant like a flower
The next day he's milk turned sour
What was bad before is suddenly good
All my kind acts seem like evil deeds
Unable to brighten his dark heart
Happiness for us becomes a lost art
I no longer meet his gluttonous needs
I used to let him bring me down
Pain and suffering seem legitimate
When you play the devil’s advocate
In copious tears I used to drown
He will certainly be history
All his reasons to mope in bed
Are the doings of his own head
If he keeps us living in misery
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