Kaleidoscope

Watching the changing pictures so pretty it all may seem,
but weaving in it's beauty is the mystery of what it means,
the forever changing pictures that just won't stay still,
never wanting to give their mystery the chance to reveal,
no it only keeps it's life secret never to open up to anyone again,
constantly fearing the rejection with the laughter that won't end,
the rejection it knows will surface if the true picture is shown,
so it lives in an unending mystery never to have the answer known,
the answer of why the swirling
pictures are happy but yet sad,
why the twisting pleasures of the world that seem to be OK are truly bad,
living a lie with no one to know the real me,
just a constant changing kaleidoscope is all I'll ever be.