Chameleon

Everyone needs an identity. A person he can call himself, totally secure of what he has and what he is capable of doing.

I have only been a bitch, a romanticist, or an immaculate church guy. I have been those personalities before, skipping from one persona to another, depending how severe my frustrations impacted me. I never ever had an identity I could call mine. Like a chameleon, constantly adapting with its environment... constantly changing, constantly making a cloak.

There is no ME at all.

I compensate when I'm insecure. I sour grape when outstood. I flight out when stagnated. I regress when desperate. I never had been consistent of a principle.

Now comes the big bitch. I am desperate to find love. I am insecure of my chances. I have been in this long solitude, almost stagnated.

Most times, I pretend to be self-found...

satisfied...

happy...

and complete...

But never are my sex partners completed me. Never I was once truly happy. Never I was been satisfied. Never I had found myself at all.