"Chameleon"

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Every night I feel it creeping in.
Like the smoke foretells the fire,the storm follows the winds.
I know I'll change my form.
I'll grow a varied skin.
To keep me safe and warm,I'll be your chameleon.
I change my mind to make you happy.
And I shape my thoughts to mirror yours.
Though I can't recognize the face that stares back at me.
I will still change myself,just like I've done before.
I hit the floor.
Try to blend in,stay inside your graces,can't find my place within these walls.
The colors bleed,as I hide and plead.
Hope you'll look past my flaws.
I'm easy.
I'm obedient.
I'll change,can't show within.
Don't see beyond my camouflage,as your chameleon.

You're like a glass built to shatter.
Your pieces sharp-but mine they're far too clean.
Through years of bandaged hands,you'd think I'd break the pattern.
But I've grown so used to you,the cuts are home to me.
I hit my knees.
Try to blend in,stay inside your praises.
Can't find my place inside your walls.
My colors bleed,as I hide and plead.
Hope you'll love me after all.
I'm easy,please believe me!
I won't give you open reason.
To see beyond my camouflage,as your chameleon.

Built by a lifetime of never knowing where I stand.
I've changed so much of me.
To keep your peace,I've forgotten who I am.
And although,now that I'm free from you.
And your colors fade to muted hues.

It scares me,because I start to see.
My colors have faded too.

Try to blend in,

stay inside their graces.

Spent so long inside those walls!

My colors bleed.

As I make believe.

It's kept me warm and safe for so long.

I'm scared to show...or let people know.
Can't give them a reason.

To see beyond.
My camouflage.
As their chameleon.

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