The Identity Crisis

Lost in a maze of confusion and doubt, 

I search for a way to figure it out, 

My identity, who am I really? 

A puzzle unsolved, a mystery so silly.

I try on different masks and roles, 

In search of a truth that consoles, 

But nothing seems to fit just right, 

I'm trapped in a perpetual night.

Is it my name, my race or my gender, 

That defines who I am and renders, 

A sense of belonging, a place to be, 

Or is it something deeper inside of me?

Perhaps it's the sum of my experiences, 

And the emotions that rise like incenses, 

A unique blend of joy and pain, 

That shapes me and leaves a lasting stain.

I long to find my true north, 

To break free from this endless forth, 

And embrace the person that I am, 

Without fear or shame, without any jam.

For in the end, it's not about the label, 

Or the opinions of others that enable, 

But the love and acceptance I give myself, 

That leads me to a place of true wealth.

So I'll keep searching and exploring, 

And be open to the magic of life unfolding, 

For in the journey of self-discovery, 

Lies the beauty of true identity.