Always A Chameleon

 

 Wounded

 It’s a depression

 Caused by compression.

  More like a scar,

  Intently meant to mar.

  Located upon my skin

 Thanks to tears stowed within.

 Crying from my eyes

 Meant to despise.

 Streams of fire

 Brought on by liars.

  Discarded and forsaken,

As the tenuous heart was taken.

Perpetually deprived,

Forsaken and contrived.

Effortlessly lead astray,

 Thoughtlessly thrown away.

 © JAM 2009

 

 

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