Chameleon
In a world of faces, I'm lost in the crowd
A master of mimicry, but my true self's avowed
I change with the seasons, like leaves on the tree
A chameleon's camouflage, to blend in with glee.
I've tried on many faces, like masks in a play
Hoping to find my true self, but it slips away
I've copied the confident, the charismatic and tried being bright
But their light shines too strongly and I'm lost in their sight
I've worn the cloak of arrogance, with a swagger and stride
But beneath the bravado, I'm hiding my pain aside
I've donned the mantle of humility, with a gentle and kind face
But the fear of rejection, keeps me in a secret place
I've changed my personality, like a chameleon's skin
To fit in with the crowd and avoid the pain within.
Here are five faces I've worn, both good and bad:
The Charmer: with a silver tongue and a heart of gold
I've won the hearts of many, but my own heart's grown cold
The Intellectual: with a mind full of knowledge, and a wit so fine
I've impressed the scholars, but my own doubts are still mine
The Jester: with a joke and a smile and a heart that's full of cheer
I've brought laughter to the masses, but my own tears are still near
The Rebel: with a fiery spirit and a heart that's full of pride
I've challenged the status quo, but my own fears still reside
The Saint: with a heart full of love and a soul that's pure and bright
I've inspired the faithful, but my own darkness still takes flight
But the more I change, the more I feel alone
A stranger in my own skin, with no place to call home.
I'm searching for a glimpse, of my true self's face
A reflection of my own heart, in a world that's slow on pace
Perhaps someday I'll find, the courage to be me
To shed the masks and the pretenses and let my true self be free
But until that day, I'll keep on searching high and low
For the chameleon's true colors and a heart that's full of glow.
Copyright © Aminator Lorch | Year Posted 2025
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