The Hazards of being a Chameleon

Dear William,
Your Philippa is a chameleon.
I've seen the shades of insecurity
In the daylight robbery of your tastes
As I wander around searching for
My brand of spice with which to flavour my life.
You offer me the tastiest hors d'oeuvres
For my eager, green sampling
And the moment I feel the mad insecurity sweep in
I want to lash out and deny it all.
I want to send it all back,
Return it without love,
I want to refuse your every kindness
To feel a sense of self
Before I realise I feel none.
Your Philippa's a chameleon
Who doesn't remember the colour
She calls her own.