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