Out looking for a name to call my own.

The true image in my head to replace what I have worn.

It's clear in the mirror but not in other eyes.

What you think I wear is not how I identify.

You ask about its meaning, think I am as you see

But I have a definition, you hear another me.

I try to simplify the sound, it's clear in my head.

What you listen come out of my mouth but, is not what I have said.

I'm split as a consequence, an absence and an accident.