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.
