Labels

How can one word
Capture my complexity,
And enclose my life?

Why do you need
To capture 
And enclose me
Anyway?

I am trying to fit myself
Inside your language
Within your boxes

But I can’t 
Find myself In there
Can’t find peace when
It has to be pinned down

I am sorry
I don’t mean to elude
Or confuse you

I am sorry
That my soul
Doesn’t conform

I am sorry
I don’t mean 
To reject you

I am sorry
That I can’t find Answers 
Within your walls

I wonder
If my fluidity
Is my freedom

Encircling and enclosing
Your boxes and your labels
So rapidly
That they cease 
To hold any meaning

What am I
Who am I
And why does it need a word?