Chameleon

This house is not a home,

Has 4 walls yet is still ruins

5 people, but millions of personalities

5 people but 1 voiced opinion

I’m just 1 girl but I can be anyone you want me to be

I shapeshift to fit the roles in this house

I’ll be putty to fill the cracks in the walls

I’ll be steel to reinforce these flimsy doors

I’ll be blinds to offer privacy to these open windows

I’m a chameleon, I’ll be whatever you need,

I’m not a girl, not yet a woman

But the mind of a woman, 

A lost woman, who can be whoever you need her to be

Except

She can’t be who she wants to be

Because she doesn’t know whos she wants to be

Who she is

But she’ll keep shifting

And molding

And trying

In these 4 broken walls

With 5 broken people