Too inconsistent to be myself,
I am three thousand pieces of a mask
Ripped up and stuck together
With brittle glue and strings:
But they never hold.
I’m a shape shifter,
That’s about all you can count on
You know my name will be different as you speak it
I don’t know what I want to be called.
Let’s wander, can we wander
I lust for freedom to change
Exist as myself, no matter who that may be
And to be loved for exactly my transfiguration.