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

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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