I Am Undefined
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I seek to control my outward depiction.
I construct a mask, but it’s only fiction.
My life’s a cocoon that I have designed,
but the truth is, I am undefined.
Who am I? I dare not ask.
Finding oneself is a daunting task.
I run to my labels for peace of mind,
but the truth is, I am undefined.
My heart starts to race.
I don’t want to lose face.
My deepest fear has been assigned,
but the truth is, I am undefined.
I could say I’m unique,
but that requires no technique.
I could say that I’m kind,
but the truth is, I am undefined.
To answer your question,
I give this digression.
I’ve scoured my mind,
but the truth is, I am undefined.
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