The Conformist (Cameleon)

Oh Cameleon you change with the scenery as do I with people. I blend with personality as you do with color. However as yours is for survival, mine is only for a false peace of mind. Oh Contortionist you bend as though made of rubber as I bend to meet the standard. I look and act for an audience as do you for applause but you bend and snap right back and I just get bent out of shape. Oh Conformist You have become one of them and I am now one of you. We have the same beliefs as those around and our morals are different than the originals. We need to return to ourselves. But by now, who is that?