• How many people can I be in one day?
    How many faces can I assume?
    How many colors can I change to match?
    In the walls of a white tiled school

    I do not hide, I frown on that
    You just miss me as I walk by
    Blending into the ever constant throng
    Of people in the white tiled hall

    Happiness is but a whisper of truth
    Despair more a hulking shadow
    Light and dark, two halves of a whole
    The yin and the yang, complete opposites
    The sharp thorns on the ever-beautiful rose

    Like a chameleon disguising itself
    I walk on unnoticed with pride in my step
    I knew you wouldn’t see me as I walked by
    You like us all, too busy to notice the little things
    The things that matter and even the things that don’t

    Happiness is but a whisper of truth
    Despair more a hulking shadow
    Light and dark, two halves of a whole
    The yin and the yang, complete opposites
    The sharp thorns on the ever-gentle rose

    As I pass by the white tile wall
    Whatever you see
    I can guarantee
    You certainly don’t see me