I took pride in my ability to adapt to situations though... social situations in particular. And I am biracial and bounced between cultures as a kid. I learned new languages on the way like English. But in all the adaptation, I feel like a chameleon. What are my true colors? I don't know. They change with the environment. I don't know if I am green or yellow or blue or purple. I know how to be all of them. But I don't know what is really me.
Maybe it is like a deception trauma. I never thought of it as deception. I don't think I've ever uttered much in the way of lies. But I did have to learn to adapt -- new schools all the time, new cultures, new people, new languages, new fashion trends, new ideas. And I sorta lost the idea of what I am, or who I am, maybe in the process of trying to adapt to all these changes. I have what I consider a very good friends -- dear friends -- they watch my back. But I don't think they know me -- at least not anymore than I know myself.
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