I am caught on the spectrum.
Chameleon, master of disguise.

I will compromise my morals
And the color of my skin
To match the world around me,
Anything to fit in.

But I fear it is obvious
That they can see through
My faltering outer coat.

The colors of my palate are bleeding together
And I’m not blending in.
I am on the outside, looking in.

As one of me comes face to face with another
I try to change my hue,
But I’ve built my mask on fault lines,
My foundation on the sand.

And words are spewed out,
From myself and to myself,
Venomous, relentless
“Who are you? What are you?”
Make a decision.

With a shiver and an empty gaze
I realize the transparency of my skin
And I try to escape the spectrum.