I been living in reflections,

chasing shapes that shift when I reach for ‘em.

Been standing in funhouse mirrors,

trying to figure out which version of me is real.

Maybe I ain’t ever known.

Maybe I been making myself up as I go—

new face for every season,

new mask for every room I walk into.

Not to deceive,

just to survive.

I mean, who am I

when I ain’t playing the role they expect?

Who am I

when...