Standing in front of the mirror for quite a long time,

Pondering upon the words that could help 'me' define. 

Am I the 'bubbles' of 'powerpuff girls',

Or like the sister of 'Phineas and Ferb'?

At times I am cool and calm like the breeze,

And there are times when my heart goes to just freeze.

Is it the clothing that describes me,

Or the hairstyle I carry talks more about me?

There have been nights when I just broke down to every bit

And other nights when I stand firmly and refuse to quit.

Sometimes I find peace in serenity,

And other times I am just filled with anxiety.

With these lame efforts of Deciphering,

I heard my inner self whispering.

The inner voice said to myself,

'You can't be defined "in a nutshell".