The Great Chameleon


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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2 thoughts on “The Great Chameleon

  1. 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! 🙂

  2. 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.

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