I’m no chameleon at best
And can be dissentfull and true
That’s when I show my true colour
But it wont be around people like you
The area is polluted by oppinion
But not one of them is their own
Today’s play, an masquerated ball
No insightfull souls are shown
I have observed and absorbed
All of the traits that I perceive as hollow
So I can neutral-lies or mimic any threat
And go where none can follow
To me, there are a myriad of colours
But I am only showing outsiders my black
Used to being alone in mind and body
An social enigma, not even I can crack
Emitting the radiance of life itself
But I am not created the same frequency
Behavioural, the freak one sees
Still I try to nurture my natural glee
I have evolved into the black chameleon
So that I can creep your shadows and your Shallow
I have become the master of avoidance
A dance, once more around society’s gallow