How do I know who I really am.
Am I good, am I honest or am I evil and deceitful?
I am a chameleon, my camo is thick.
Trying to hard to blend in,
so you may not see the true me.
I do not know what I am
My face bearing the accepted,
somewhere deep under the mask,
there is me.
But how can anyone find me
when I am silent in a world that is blind.