A whole is the sum of its parts. Sometimes

I am wholeheartedly committed to the chameleon’s hues, each color presentable to whoever faces my mirror.

I am completely relatable in pieces. Some of them cracked resemblances of familiar profiles. Or is it

adaptability? Change is, after all, the heart of growth. I am partial to it. Do you not find me agreeable?

Or have I become all things to all people, and in so doing have won none

but one.