Chameleon Skin

A body of glass rainbows.

Where my emotions are see-through.

And I hide in a blind man’s sight.

Every presence,every attention.

Passes right through me.

One with the room I can’t seem to read.

An atmosphere I can’t breath in.

Full of those covered in certainties false and real of all kinds.

It takes one color,one emotion.

And people will read me like a book.

Tear every page from my seams.

But no one can tear my cover down,right?

And smash the clear that blends me with the world?

These thoughts pass through me too.

For though I am see through,you can see “me”.

A me trying to fit in,but could never get out.

So with one push,my glass walls break.

And pieces of every colorful emotion falls before all,cutting them.

I’ve cut myself trying to pick them up.

As the panick runs through my veins.

And all can see my true colors flashing before them.

Every eye is in awe of the red blood that pours out of us.

Was I always part of this world?

Maybe so.

So I’ll tear down the glass walls too.

And show my real body.

Rip off every scaley glass shard.

To see the world as clear as I once was.