What’s my favorite color again?
It changes with the mood I’m in
Yesterday it was blue, today it’s red
Who knows what tomorrow will bring instead

What kind of music do I like?
Pop, rock, or maybe something classical
Everyone seems to have the right answer
But for me, it’s still invisible

I don’t know myself, I keep asking why
What do I love, what makes me feel alive?
Like leaves swaying in the breeze,
My heart keeps shifting, never at ease
Could anyone love someone like me?

I don’t even know what clothes to wear
Every day, I’m stuck staring at my closet
Chasing trends feels exhausting
But playing it safe feels so boring

What’s my favorite place to be?
A quiet café, or a bustling city street?
No matter where I go, I never belong
That’s the feeling I’ve had all along

I don’t know myself, staring in the mirror
Who’s that person? It’s never been clearer
Like clouds changing shape in the sky
My mind keeps drifting, I don’t know why
Could it be okay to just be me?

What I’m searching for isn’t the answer
But the courage to embrace the changes
Liking more than one thing is fine
Maybe that’s how I’ll feel alive

I think I’m starting to understand, just a little
I’m taking small steps, even if I still feel brittle
My heart may waver, but that’s a part of me
I don’t have to rush to decide what to be
Maybe someday I’ll learn to love who I am

A favorite color, a favorite place
Still searching, but at my own pace
And that’s okay, I’ll take my time
To find the “me” that feels just right

By BB

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