Chameleon

I’ve been a wondering soul for the most part of my life and I think I still wonder too much if that’s possible. I’m neither here nor there. But I’m still around. I realised that I don’t fit in; not anywhere.

Like a chameleon, I conform to my surroundings. I blend in and for a while, I think I’m good at it yet something at the back of my mind tells me that I’m just convincing myself of it. Am I really pressured to conform? Am I the trickster that fools everyone else? Or… am I the fool herself.

Knowledge is power. That much I agree. But using it for self-interest reasons, is that going out of bounds? Do I portray an image I want to see? Or am I just hiding behind a mask in a masquerade ball? Is stability what I want? Or the challenge of pretending? Do you know who I am? Do I even know myself?

Do I deserve to be called a friend?