Chameleon soul ( The one who changes)A Poem by Neha agrawalThis poem is about a person who changes like a chameleon (hiding their true colors) or like the seasons (shifting only when the time is right).
I change a lot.
And not in the dramatic, life-altering way. More like… One day I like being around people, and the next, I want to vanish for a week. I wish I could control it. Or even explain it properly. But it just happens. Like a mood. Like weather. Some mornings I wake up soft, like I could cry at the sound of a kettle boiling. Other times, I’m sharp quick jokes, faster exits. Neither one is fake. Both are me. I don’t do it on purpose. It’s not some kind of performance. It’s just how I’ve learned to move through the world changing, adapting, hiding, showing. Like a chameleon. Not because I want to trick anyone. But because not everyone deserves to see every version of me. And also… because some days I don’t even know who that version is. People don’t get it. They want consistency, predictability. They want the same person on Monday that they met last Friday. But that’s not me. That’s never been me. I shift. Not because I’m lost, but because I’m growing. Or healing. Or surviving in the only way I know how. Like the seasons. I come back around eventually. But I never return exactly the same. And maybe that’s what makes it real. Messy. But real. So if you’re looking for someone who stays the same, you’ll be disappointed. But if you can love the in-betweens the quiet, the chaos, the days I don’t even know who I am then maybe you’ll see me better than most ever have. © 2025 Neha agrawalReviews
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