Chameleon


People don't know what to think of me. This is partly because I don't know what to think of myself. I just act different time to time based on what I think would be acceptable in the moment.

I've had people argue about me. People arguing with each other on who truly knows me better. Truth be told none of them do.

I was always confused on how to behave. When I was a kid in school I was the class clown, always making jokes, laughing, running around. When I was a kid at home I was scared, lonely and hurt. When studying I was always diligent, serious and hard working. When at work I'm effective, alert and thorough.

I can be the caring guy, I can be the charming guy, I can be the funny guy, but who's really there? I'm like a cd player that changes according to the request of the person to touches it. A cloud of altering colours. But why do I do this? It's a facade, but I don't even know whats behind the facade...

There exists no problem without a cause, so what is mine? It's so hard to fathom...