The Chameleon

In a crowded room, I feel alone,
Listening to superficial conversations,
In mundane tones.
A laugh,
A smile,
Interest is feigned,
Whilst time ticks by - each minute is reigned.
This accepted social conduct,
That others seem to enjoy,
Prompts me to simplify my mind,
In order to fit with their ploy.
Awareness separating and segregating,
Me from the group,
I feel forever trapped,
In this ongoing loop,
A broken record with infinite spins,
Going round and round,
Conformity wins.
Hidden behind an iron shield,
Still my facade will not yield,
Although,
In my own head,
Layers continue to be stripped-back
And peeled.
Leaving me confused, helpless and isolated,
My perception of reality is continually debated,
Reassessed, questioned, analyzed - at best,
The world as I know it is put to the test.
Fortress impenetrable,
No one hears my cries,
Because everyone, unquestionably,
Falls victim to my lies,
Looking close,
I’m am no longer me,
But little bits of what everyone else,  
Chooses to see.