Chameleon

Chameleon

For years I was something of a chameleon. Not having the self confidence to just be myself I tried too hard to fit in. Depending on where I was going and in particular who I would see, I would adapt. I would wear different clothing, act differently, talk about different things. I could even enjoy things in one situation that I would then ridicule in another. I was simultaneously a goth, a rock chick and a Brossette! In the morning I could spend hours staring into the wardrobe choosing what to wear while I worried about who I would see that day, and if there was any likelihood of me bumping into someone who knew me as someone else. Gradually I became so used to camourflaging myself that I forgot who the real me was, I just knew that I was not quite comfortable being me. It’s been hard work finding myself again, and I am still not quite there, but for now I am content to be on the right path to my true self.

I am not who you think I am
I do not intend to be
Whatever you may think of this
I will be true to me.
I have to find the truth myself
Of who I really am
Or face the consequence of always
Feeling I'm a sham.
The truth of me has gotten lost
Through the passing of the years
But now it’s time to seek it out
No more useless tears.
I know it is no easy task that
I have set my soul
And yet it is essential now
So I may become whole.
Too much time and energy
I've wasted on this scheme
I am, I can, I will be
So much more than I ever dreamed.

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