Sit me down and tell me
who it is you want me to be.
I won’t disappoint.
If there’s anything I’m good at
it’s Pretending.
So good am I, in fact, that I forget
it isn’t me.
Because I am whoever I need to be.
A chameleon in clothing,
a precious piece of soul that you can mold.
I prefer this.
If I don’t like myself, how could anyone else?
So I remain ever-changing
fitting in the only way I know how.