Chameleon

Can we hold hands?

I'm trying to find who I am

My hair changes shades, more than the leaves

That have fallen from the winter trees

can we shake hands?

I'm trying to find who I am

my wardrobe changes with each passing phase

I'm not even looking for praise

Can we shake hands?

I'm trying to find who I am

I have a room filled with interests

But sooner or later they'll be put to rest

Can we shake hands?

I'm trying to find who I am

I think I know who I am...

But I still feel as though I have been chosen as the imposter among all my freinds

I thought I was a snake, shedding skin and living the new me

But in reality I was the chameleon,

changing colours to blend into who I think I am

Can we shake hands?

I'm trying to find who I am

I am an amalgamation of all the things that make me, me

but you'll never see me

I don't think I fit in

because this is not me

And at the same time this is me

Can we shake hands?

I am trying to find who I am