Chameleon

Your colors change like the skin of a chameleon.
Your facade is altered every inch by slow inch you crawl.
Assimilating to the likes of those around you, but never true to who you really are.
A new visage for every situation you’re placed in as if you’re in a masquerade party.
Your countenance- a grin from ear to ear.
Truly, it is big and bold, but possesses as much sincerity as the mask that shields you.
When you’re behind closed doors, your true colors are revealed.
Nobody to please. No colors to vary. No veils to hide behind.
It is how you act when nobody is around that determines who you really are.
A chameleon can change into as many colors as it deems necessary,
but it can never change the fact that it is now, has always been, and will always be a chameleon.

Where are they now?

Have you ever wondered what happened to all those people that once were an integral part of your life? I often wonder about them–all the way back from Kindergarten up until present day–I always stop and think about them.  Where have they gone, what are they up to now, how have they changed, how have they remained the same?

Sometimes, though, it’s best to not know what has happened to them.  You might be disappointed to discover that they are no longer the people that you once thought were cool.

I haven’t spoken to a lot of my close friends from high school.  Maybe I should give them a call to see how things are.  That’s what sucks about graduating HS… everyone goes to different colleges and, more often than not, you end up losing contact with them.  However, you also stop and wonder, if they really wanted to keep in touch, they could have.  My number hasn’t changed, nor has my e-mail address.  But, then again, they could easily say the same thing about me.  Why haven’t I called them?  Why haven’t I e-mailed them?

Hmmm…I think it’s time for a HS friend reunion.  We all graduated from college now, so I’m curious to see what everyone’s up to.