Tired of hiding,
Disguising,
Being a Chameleon in this rainforest,
Just for the sake of surviving.
Figuring in every hinge,
Truly I am just evolving.
Calming, not my soul this time,
But my oozing blood vessels this while.
Differing from one another,
Winding up my head,
Learning the mischief of people there.
How can a blooming flower die overnight?
How can a thorn stay wild for life?
How can light not reach my sight?
But feeling everything bright,
I woke up to take another fight.
Tired laid on the soil,
Strengthening,
Foregoing,
Living,
Breathing,
I changed my color for long for first time.