The Chameleon

I fit in among diamonds

I can wear fir and Prada

and walk as if life is a ramp

They fall at my feet

and trail behind me

waiting for my wish

which will be their command

I fit in among glass and beads

I can wear rags

and simply walk bare feet

They rush to my help

like knights to a distressed damsel

trying to protect me

I can sit like a lady

Fight like a vagrant

or run like a scared maiden

I have many facets

which I live one at a time

sometimes repeating the acts

when the time calls

The world has taught me

The survival is for the fittest

and to be the fittest

One needs to fit in

to fit in

one needs to manipulate

I have become this chameleon

no one knows the real me

they see what I show them

and flock around me

They flock around me

Because, I have mastered the game so well

no one knows I am a Chameleon

 

© Vindhya Colombage

Photo credit: Merilena Mexi