Through a Shade.


I change The frantic cries of a fickle society Forces me Who I am and what you meant For me to be Are two sides of a misshapen coin So I change Not to please But to reach into your soul To breach the corridors that see sulk in your mind I change So I can tell the smiles From the alligator tears And the fake expressions Woven on to your coarse skin I'll change But only when you realize it Will you really know me A man unafraid of a fickle society That never stays the same.


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