He blends into crowds
For the sole purpose to fit in
Little did he know
All he was doing was disappearing
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Perhaps you find him
In a tiny corner
Of two shoulders facing
Different cardinal direction
In the middle of the crowd
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However he will be nothing more
Than wasted speaking space
Wasted breathing space
Wasted living space
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His words would be tangled
In the hues of conversation
Helplessly agreeing to everyone
As if his own opinion was theirs
And their opinion was his camouflage
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Yet one day he stuck his tongue out
Just a little too far
Just a mere inch off
And showed his true color
Then and only then heads turned
The spotlight burned his skin
Into a dark tar black
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100 eyes turned red they
Cursed him
Damned him
Shamed him
Ruined him
Booted him from the clique
Banished him
Abandoned him
Segregated him
Ruined him
Dumped him by a dumpster
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He tried changing colors
Perhaps for their acceptance
Yet he was ruined
Skin turned charred
Completely ruined
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He wasn't alone
There were others
Beaten
Battered
Broken
Hiding
Ruined just the same
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They came together
The way an umbrella does
Separated from the center
And folding in together
Stored together
Tied to each other
In a water knot
And their camouflage
Came together like soldiers
Fighting the same war
Breathing the same air
Harmonizing into one chameleon
