Chameleons of Humanity
We bend; to fit in with the crowd
Hiding our opinions beneath a shroud
Becoming like chameleons of humanity.
Trading our colors; flirting with insanity.
We fear isolation and rejection
Afraid we will sacrifice affection
We say; what others want to hear
A pitiful attempt to keep them near
We lose the ability to speak our mind
Leaving our true feelings, unsigned
Our own voice, lost in obscurity
Traded; for a false sense of security
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