I am a mirror, a looking glass
I copy you while you go past
I’ll show you what you want to see
Without ever showing me
I am a shy chameleon too
I change from green to brown to blue
I’ll be okay if I blend in
Hide beneath a shifting skin
I am an unformed lump of clay
I’ll mold to any shape you say
I cannot harden into me
Since I’ve no unique form to be
I am a frosty icicle
A brittle, cold, transparent soul
Drips of past that caught and froze
I’ll melt away if you get close
Reflect, refract, reform, react
Will I ever see how to be me?
