People are not what they seem.
a smile-warm while up close
turns into mockery from afar
colours shift quicker than a chameleon
Why didn’t I learn the art of colour change?
What I feel, I speak.
Sometimes named aggressive
If I hurt, I apologize without ego.
Yet silence answers when I bleed
For I have been hurt
more than I have hurt
always unintentionally.
Still, I trust. And that costs me
luxuries of peace and sleep
Yet, after all the breaking
after all the knowing
I remain unchanged.
Not because I do not see
But because I cannot be
anything else
But me.
Mar 31
Mar 31, 2026 at 3:15 AM UTC
People are not what they seem.
a smile-warm while up close
turns into mockery from afar
colours shift quicker than a chameleon
Why didn’t I learn the art of colour change?
What I feel, I speak.
Sometimes named aggressive
If I hurt, I apologize without ego.
Yet silence answers when I bleed
For I have been hurt
more than I have hurt
always unintentionally.
Still, I trust. And that costs me
luxuries of peace and sleep
Yet, after all the breaking
after all the knowing
I remain unchanged.
Not because I do not see
But because I cannot be
anything else
But me.
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