Baskadia

They say I'm two, but I'm just one,

A mystery to unravel, yet to be undone.

I stand before them, flesh and bone,

But they see two, a duality unknown.

They question my existence, my very being,

As if two souls within me are disagreeing.

But I assure them, with every breath I take,

That I am one, my heart and soul at stake.

They point to my contradictions, my every flaw,

As if two personas within me are at war.

But I tell them, with every word I speak,

That I am one, my identity not weak.

For I am a tapestry, woven with many threads,

Different hues and shades, each with unique spreads.

But they form a whole, a masterpiece divine,

A symphony of colors, a singular design.

So let them say I'm two, let them try to divide,

For I am one, with nothing to hide.

My truth may be elusive, my journey complex,

But I am one, with no need to perplex.