Written by Jacob Ibrag

After a long day, he felt wasted. Energy

depleted, how could it not be? Wearing different faces

for different stages. That beard just a cover up for what was

underneath. He tried relentlessly to be deep and inspire yet he

grew tired and rejected from his own reflection. Maybe comedy

could erase his truth that only he knew. At times they would all

laugh, screaming out for more. Encore! Self degradation. It hurts

his insides, completely unnatural. Can a waterfall touch the sky,

gravity denial? He swears he just wants to be different,

 reading straight from the script. Chameleon.

Artist Unknown

2 comments on “Chameleon

  1. I love the picture you posted with this poem! It is perfect!

    Liked by 1 person

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