You are the oyster
At the bottom of the sea.
Why do you close yourself up from the world?
Someone has hurt you,
Destroyed your shell,
And stole your sole possesion...
Your heart;your pearl.
You are the ostrich
With your head in the sand.
Why do you hide the way you feel?
Someone has left you alone and scared,
And you no longer trust the few who still care.
You are the chameleon,
Red,gold,and green.
Why are you constantly changing who you are?
Your disguises are your protection
From the past you'd rather forget.
You are the clown with the painted-on smile
That covers how you feel inside.
Why don't you just wash it off,
And let me see what's underneath?