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.
 
This poem is about: 
Me
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