I Am Incomprehensible

     I am incomprehensible. For how could you describe me when I cannot even understand myself? My techniques, habits, appearance, and opinions will change before your eyes. You will be left wondering who I am, while I will be left questioning who I used to be. Find comfort in knowing I cannot decipher myself either. Some days – when I look into the mirror – I do not recognize the face staring back. I falter at the thought of placing myself into one category. I am undefinable. I am shaped by opposing traits and qualities: confident yet insecure, elegant but awkward, and intelligent as well as ignorant. You will never find another like me, because I am not the same person I was yesterday. Whereas I am confusing, I am not a carbon copy. Though I may remain incomprehensible, I will always be me. 

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