Somewhere,
Some place,
Breaking
Glass cages,
Holding us
Back,
Then
Maybe-
Things
Would
Change,
In these places,
Many different
Faces.

What are you feeling?

Just let me
Be like a
Chameleon,
Molding,
And shaping
With
Each situation.

It's the only way-
Automatic,
Adaptation.

For once,
Coming out,
Of hiding.

Magenta
Streaks
Revealed.