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The Chameleon
I don't know who I am
anymore,
each
day I am someone different,
Adapting to the situation,
and putting on masks for
different occasions
like a chameleon ever changing its colors,
I am never static,
I am never complete,
The mirrors are unclear,
and it is hard to see the face that is behind
them,
A shadow to myself,
chasing the ever fleeting image,
which nevers fully develops
in the dark room;
Disjointed experiences, emotions
and confusion, form the whole: a whole life filled with absurdity,
with no real reason behind any of it,
Just a body and a mind estranged to me,
always with me but never really a part of me.
Just a chameleon with no real identity,
just a chameleon with no true color.
I think that's part of
I think that's part of finding who you are you ne'er really stay who you become. Great capture of this idea I enjoyed reading no realting to it cheers
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
some people have troubles
some people have troubles with knowing their idenity.
Some have troubles accepting
Some have troubles accepting their identity, still a tricky situation these days where anything goes and confusion reigns...
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
My identity is having
My identity is having no identity.
I'd say a lot of people feel
I'd say a lot of people feel like this. xP
you are how people react to
you are how people react to you but people react to you in different ways. Self awareness is hard when you don't have a clear idea of what your life is and what it means.