The Chameleon

A poem about at two-faced lying person.

Two-faced liar with a bite from the acting bug,
puts on a show for everyone.
Acts like a bad ass, you say you can tell any one any thing.
But you really go behind closed doors to express your feelings.
Walking around with a big ass chip on those wide ass shoulders.
Daring anyone to knock it over.

But it's all an act.
You don't have the balls that God gave a cat.
You're a dog with a bark but without a bite.
You're a boxer in a ring without the heart to fight.

Your skin changes colors with the mood you're in.
But really you're just yellowbelly, and your act is all pretend.
The lies you tell are doozies, I'll give you that.
But your acting is worth an oscar, you had us all fooled in fact.

You're a chameleon, your colors change with the wind.
You're two tongues lie with the best of them.
You should be tired from all the acting you do.
But I guess since this is your nature, then it's something you're used to.

Never have you let on that it's been all an act.
Smiling in my face, but stabbing me in the back.
All this time you've been pretending to be my friend.
But all the while, you've just been a damn good chameleon.