Cameleon

"At the end of the day all we have is who we are"

Hide all the mirrors,

they serve me to nothing

All pieces of souls

Scattered in a stained glass structure.

I try to see what part of myself is there

And there is only

What I am not.

I change colors again

I am afraid so I try new rues

I try to become the world around me.

It makes me dizzy.

Yet I am not myself anymore.

I am sure I am not sure.

And you see I am

I was and am not.

No longer, then I am green again.

Will I be it again?

So my colors change and adapt (to what?)

Inside, it seems black and white.

A rainbow, in shades of grey.