Who Am I to You?

Who am I to you that I matter so much?

I understand that my presence 

does not provide much trust.

I hear you speak of me,

And not in good fashion.

If my presence is that detestable,

Why act like a chameleon?

Who am I to you that you act so differently?

It is kind words that blossom from your lips

When I am there. 

Though none pass through on my behave

When I am gone.

I can not say that I am not like you.

We share a trait.

Our colors change in our environment,

Just like a chameleon.

I can be sweet and blissful,

Sorrowful and depressed.

I can spin a web of colorful language,

To others all in jest.

But know this, dear fellow,

Though my words are often harsh,

I am meaning to fix that little flaw

and begin a new start.

So who am I to you

that makes you miss me?

I am like you

I talk like a thief

I must be nobody’s friend

but mine.

Who am I to you

to make you act like me too?

I am nothing special,

especially to you.

Maybe it is time we learned

to respect one another,

And not indulge in idle talk

damaging each other,

when we think the other,

does not hear it.