The Chameleon

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Everything looks better,
With a fresh coat of paint
A new perspective,
To cover up the taints

A pristine color to match,
The varying desires
In trying to fit in,
Was she really a liar?

Day by day,
As she met a new face
Hers would change too,
According to their taste

What they looked for in another,
Was what she became
As she added on to her layers,
She was never again the same

The clay of her personality,
Molded to fit a trait
The mask she put on,
Was used as her bait

Everything looks better, 
With a fresh coat of paint
But there are only so many colors,
To cover up the taints.

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Poem Style: Free Verse

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Ten poems. Ten ex-lovers. Ten colours. Will someone fall for the girl behind the mask?

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