Self
I am my self
I'm always me.
If I wasn't
who would I be?
When I don't feel
my self I wonder
"Who am I now?"
and torn asunder.
I'm still me
and yet I'm not
How could it be
my self forgot.
When my self has
emptied out
from mistakes, anxiety
fear and doubt
I try to fill my
self up again.
And when I talk
to family and friends.
They say I should not
get too full
of my self, but
I say "bull!"
I trust the people
I know and love
but who else would I
be full of?
That's called cannibalism.
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