Chameleon

Chameleons have it lucky,

They can blend into their surroundings and dissapear almost completely.

 

Sometimes I feel a bit like a chameleon,

Invisible to the world around me,

But the only difference is that,

Chameleons choose to dissapear,

Whereas people chose not to see me..

This poem is about: 
Me

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