When I meet a new person, I put on a happy face
A big smile and a dash of happiness does the case
That makes them like me, we become good friends,
But I wish that was how every story ends
Soon we get closer and it's secretive face on,
We're into the deep talk and the happy girl is gone
Switch on a button and I'm a new me,
Easy to talk to, but not quite happy
When the secrets are spilled and I can finally trust,
I put on a strong face which I know I must
A sprinkle of determination and an ounce of power,
I no longer am that delicate flower
Then you hurt me and my sad face appears,
With all the screaming and lying, the tears
When I think I've had enough, I know it's not the end,
You appear by my side and we're fighting yet again
I have my game face on, you dare hurt me once more,
And nothing of the sort happens quite like before
When my anger dissipates, peace takes its place,
And it's time to see my quiet face
When I think it's too much and I'm back in my element,
I'm smiling and laughing, trying to compliment
So maybe I was right, the start was the end,
And I was united with my forever friend.
~Via
Do you change the way you act as and when you meet different people? Maybe you're quiet and reserved with a group of people, but loud and proud with a close circle of friends? Maybe you're more comfortable with people you've known longer as opposed to people you've just met? Or maybe just the opposite?
Like a chameleon you'd change your colours as and when you changed your surroundings.
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