Up in the trees up on your safe space
Up with the vapors, far away from the ground like a skyscraperEasy to blend in and stay hidden. And hide all the troubles you bin in
Standing still, but always on the look. Afraid your branch will be shook.
Cast a version of your self Like the things around ,and people that are near,
Showing your true colors is your fearI know you're an old lizard with a strong tongue
But when you speak you sound youngBeing who you are around.pushing your true self deeper down.
You aim to pleasing others and be their colors, even if it turns you blue.
When I'm Reality you should just be you
YOU ARE READING
Chameleon
PoetryShorter poem of how it's easy to cast a version of yourself, that is not your true colors