Untitled

Never can decide what I am.
I think something good one minute and
then down the toilet it goes the next
One day long hair is better and then, short
I think I want to be titled "Nice" this week,
but last week I wanted to be titled "Aloof"
Now I want to be given responsibilities
a month later, why bother
This poem just can't decide what to be titled,
neither can I.