In the labyrinth of my mind I get lost in deep, dark thoughts The fear of not being enough It squeezes my heart like a fist I am a flower that never blooms A bird with clipped wings My voice is a whisper Lost in the wind I don't know who I am, I don't know what I want I am a shadow following itself My identity is a puzzle That I can't complete But in this darkness, there is a light A glimmer of hope That tells me not to give up To keep searching Because true strength Is not in certainty, but in doubt Is not in perfection, but in imperfection I am a work in progress, a work in progress.