I know a little something about being a chameleon;
Different personas to appease the crowd, mirror the mood.
But you change colors like you change “friends,”
A term you use loosely; its meaning clearly misunderstood.
Yellow, you’re happy to see me.
White, the heat of your desire.
Blue, the cool distance you keep between us.
Black, no response. You’ve stopped communicating.
I never asked for much, just your honesty and friendship.
But clearly, these are two things you’re not interested in.