Puzzle Pieces

People are like puzzles, I still haven't worked out mine yet.

I cut my hair,

Short, layered, barely reaching past my jawline,

My clothes change.

Skirts and dresses become shorts and shirts,

Bows become baseball caps and flats become trainers.

It doesn't feel right - I don't want to fall in to stereotypes and labels and yet I can't work out which pieces don't fit.

My hair grows out again,

Each change is reversed and still it does not fit,

Other things are changed again - reversed, kept the same or met half way and still -

Still things feel wrong.

And so, slowly, slowly,

I start to think that, perhaps,

It is me who does not fit.

Just some things that are on my mind.