Hiding Behind a Cardboard Facade

I look at you, but yet I see an outsider,
never are you the same person twice,
you change as the crowds pleases,
never knowing the huge price,

your eyes never change,
but your image you slowly erase,
barely recognizable,
yourself dug deep into a crater in space,

you have but to be an empty shell,
a cocoon that slowly evolves you again,
hiding behind a cardboard facade,
a fawn cowering in its den,

slowly I barely see you anymore,
as you loose yourself in the muddle,
trying to be so many people at once,
only lost in the huddle,

people have been seeing you now,
as nothing but a chameleon,
your spirit dwindles away,
like a balloon of helium,

your empty inside, missing all elements of you,
but yet your eyes seem different,
as they are dull, lifeless and misty,
your character tarnished and bent,

your spirit once so full of life,
your personality so strong,
now a wilted flower,
a slowly dying song,

I wish I could turn you back,
but that will never be,
you have let their opinions rule your life,
condemned to their slavery.