Chameleons Poem by Jana Rininger

We are perfect, precise chameleons
transparent, colorchanging beings
Mirroring others and what we see
Shaping ourselves to what we want to be

But wouldn't it be queer
If for just one second here
We could be comfortable in our own unique skins
Accept and acknowledge our own imperfect sins

Let yourself not become one of the masses
Lost in a shuffled deck of cards
Come forth from these chameleons
Become the leader of the millions