The Chameleon

Here I am, seen yet unseen.
I am the chameleon blending in,
I am the girl unseen till I want to be seen,
The girl who sees all but chose to stay in the shadows.
However if you so choose to talk to me,
All you have to do is call my name,
You do not find me I will find you.
But should you see me when no one else sees me,
Or you find me when I do not want to be found,
Count it as a blessing,
And know:
We are meant to find each other.

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