Do you know the isolation?
Its cold hand clenches my throat
As the glossed girls waltz by

Do you think they care?
The words I've seen
Are barely visible
On their horizons

I’m a chameleon
Lost between colors
There’s no refuge
There’s no home
For me to blend with

You plant me
then rip me from the ground
I leave old roots behind
My new roots sting
And lose their eager curiosity
I’m trying to extract nutrients
From soil
That isn't there
Yet my roots keep feeling
Looking for familiarity
In a place where the loneliness freezes my will
To keep on growing.