Fragments of The Mind

I wonder how I live in you? A face that shifts, a heart renewed; A reflection, not of my own; Same appearance, different person shown; Am I a puzzle that fits? Or an odd piece that doesn't sit? Do I twist and turn? Or am I a piece that flickers and burns? Do I appear know the world? Or maybe I'm just a fox, ears tucked in, tail furled; Does society view me as a cleansed being? Is it the stain on a shirt, what everyone else is seeing? So many mirrors of the mind; Shapes and sizes, versions of every kind; The only person that truly knows you is you; Impossible for everyone to share the same view;