You asked my favorite color

To learn what shade to be

Thinking you could figure out

How to blend in with me

You took on shapes and patterns

To distort yourself to match

Studying your subject

And developing a mask

Forcing a connection

Knowing what you stood to gain

Treating me like a level

In your manipulative game

You made it so appealing

To believe it could be real

To have someone understand me

If only through my color wheel

A chameleon illusionist

Crafting a life on lies

You fed on vulnerability

While wearing a disguise

And you’re still out there hiding

In places you don’t belong

Blending in with faces

Singing your siren song

Your true colors known to no one

Least of all to you

The chance to bury your fragile heart

While putting on a ruse

But I can’t feel sorry for you

For it’s me who had to learn:

Transparency is everything

And your colors quickly turn

-pennomoly