I am a puzzle, scattered pieces on the floor,
Each fragment a whisper of who I am,
A kaleidoscope of identities, shifting and uncertain,
A quest to find where I truly stand.
A chameleon in a world of constant change,
I mold my shape to fit their gaze,
But the mirror reflects a fractured truth,
A yearning heart lost in a bewildering maze.
The edges blur, distinctions fade,
As I navigate this labyrinth of doubt,
Seeking the thread that binds my essence,
A tapestry of self I'm meant to weave throughout.