Social Chameleon

Cruel hard kids, playground rules,

Suffering through, years of abuse,

Laugh it off, and don’t react,

Taking all the power back,

Violent threats and hurtful names,

They're the fuel feeding my flames,

Watch them as they speak and act,

I am the chameleon, playing with the fact,

Emulate, to ease the pressure,

Then their respect, you will measure,

But deep down, I’m still me,

My true face, you’ll never see,

Each mask, finely crafted,

For as long, as it lasted,

Each contain the core of me,

Just fashioned differently,

Isolation, my reprieve,

Has become, my reality,

Occult then, called my name,

Driving me nearly insane,

There I was, the edge of death,

Love walked in, to pause my quest,

Personal growth, romance ending,

Back to the calling tending,

Now I am a different man,

My reactive emotions, in a can,

But the path is lonely,

When no one truly knows me,

I try to let them in,

Just to find chagrin,

-Baphomet0-