Changing Colours

Adapting to different surroundings,

Changing your views day by day,

Too critical of others

When you too are at fault.

Several sets of opinions

Like colours to camouflage yourself.

Like a fox sly in your manúuvres,

Too soon you'll get caught unawares.

Sometimes I feel pity,

Sometimes I feel hatred...

Sometimes you're my friend,

Sometimes you're my enemy.

I'll never give you the satisfaction

Of knowing how I feel.