Chameleon

In my sleep, I realized something. I realized that I change for others' sake too much and too easily. I am malleable. I innately know what people need, what they want me to be, so I change. I make people happy. I make a situation work smoothly. I have no self? No, this is my self -- I, the chameleon.

But that doesn't make me happy all the time. (Do I even need to count the instances?)

I wondered what if I have changed for my own sake? What if I innately know what I need, just like I know what others need, and conformed to that instead? Maybe I will be happier that way.