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?