Too inconsistent to be myself,

I am three thousand pieces of a mask

Ripped up and stuck together

With brittle glue and strings:

Promises

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.