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The Chameleon

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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michael-harper
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Published
Feb 11, 2012
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