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.
Feb 11, 2012
Feb 11, 2012 at 12:35 AM UTC
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.
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