Forever
ago you did meet me
and you are
in my earliest memory.
Only now
I think I realize
who you see
before your eyes
is not the
same girl in the mirror.
Who knows which
of us sees the girl clearer.
Just call me
the great chameleon.
I change my
spots for any reason.
My talent
is to blend
so you think
I am a friend.
Who am I?
You could not know
because I,
I do not even know.
I adapt
to every season.
For I am
the great chameleon.
© 2014 ck’s days
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Mm… intriguing! Is it about someone who never really shows their real self? That’s what I picked up from it anyway. Also reminds me of a riddle. But I’m pretty useless at guessing the answers to riddles! 🙂
There are those who blend in so well I wonder if even they know their true self. But I’m kinda like that, too. At least in someways.