The grass is always greener
Is something they always say.
But when it comes to life
You don’t always get your way.
You hope and wish, beg and dream
Looking to find happiness.
Yet it often becomes misery and pain
With no one else but yourself to blame.
You change your actions, change your ideals
Change everything to be different, to appeal.
Like a chameleon you change your skin
Just to fit in.
Yet your left alone still
So why change at all?
Just be happy, with what you have.

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