Adapting to different surroundings,
Changing your views day by day,
Too critical of others
When you too are at fault
Several sets of opinions
Like colours to camouflage yourself
Like a fox sly in your manuuvres,
Too soon you'll get caught unawares
Sometimes I feel pity,
Sometimes I feel hatred
Sometimes you're my friend,
Sometimes you're my enemy
I'll never give you the satisfaction
Of knowing how I feel