I chase after people

Who don't really care about me.

And I chase after people.

Who could care less about me.

So why am I choosing the people that I

DEBATE?

And why am I just a fish's

BAIT?

The people I chase,

They're translucent.

Seeable, but not really.

Kind, but not dearly.

But they change me,

And morph me,

Until I'm just like them.

(this goes out to S)