Me, Myself, and I

My skin, burns with the hope it could

Change, colors in the forest as the chameleon blends into its

Surroundings, looks around the room like i'm a 

Monster, wings and horns growing from my 

Body, caged in it with no feeling just 

Pain, my ribs stabbing into my organs like

Knives, sliding off my wrists showing my

Blood, dripping down the drain like its

Water, falls off my window as I 

Sleep, forever with the looks of the 

People, and what they would say to me if I told them the me they knew wasn't 

Me