My friend says my perception of things has become warped over time.

She says any changes in feelings or closeness have been all by me.

It’s hard to know when I talk to my friend.

I respect her.

How can we both be right?

My friend is a butterfly full of color and light as air.

She brightens a room.

Her pollen binding those close to her.

I, on the other hand am stoic and joyless.

A chameleon who has lost his colors.

Unable to change from a brown leathery blob on a stark white wall.

My friend says I have changed.

She may be right.

Then again, as my friend, maybe she saw color where none existed.

Maybe I haven’t changed.

Maybe she now sees who I really am.

My camouflage washed away in acid rains.

I stand unprotected.

Unable to fit into my surroundings.

So what do I tell my friend?

Is my perception warped?

Or was hers?

I could end it all now and just agree with her.

Yet doing so would be dishonest to her.

Could I let her believe I am who I am not?

I can’t.

She is my friend.