She is like a chameleon. Hiding in plain sight. Merely blending in with her surroundings.
Her camouflage is becoming increasingly easy to put on each day and harder to take off each night.
She is becoming the chameleon. However, instead of adapting to her new environment she is hiding within it.
This is her new self.
She is camouflaging herself in her own world of pain. She hides to protect herself from the predators that live not outside, but within her mind.
As long as she can pretend, she will survive.
She is a chameleon – living one moment to the next; shedding her skin like she sheds her memories.