Me, Myself, and I

Just a poem about myself.

I am Me.

Me is Myself.

Myself is I.

We are one person and yet

We are individuals.

We work together everyday

Learning, working, being,

But everyday we fight.

We argue and bicker,

Struggle and compromise

To be the person with the name,

The person everyone sees.

 

I lives outside.

I is the one that goes to the store,

Helps people, talks and laughs with people.

I lives for others.

Always pleasing, assisting, motivating.

I works night and day for the good of others

The tasks of others,

The goals and dreams of others.

I wants nothing more than to make others smile.

Make them laugh, make them happy.

Whether I is happy or not makes no difference.

I thinks not about itself and is often taken advantage of

But to I, it doesn’t matter.

I feels accepted by doing those things.

I is the one with a big mouth

But I lives outside.

Alone.

 

Me lives inside.

Me is the one that wants,

Clothes, food, money, friends.

Me wants everything.

Me would go to no ends to get what it wants.

Me gets annoyed by all the drama and cattiness

By the name calling and cockiness.

Me hates people.

Hates how they judge and criticize.

How they care not about how Me feels.

How they can use I for what they want

And then forget about Me.

How they can flip on a dime to yell at Me

But then go back to being I’s best friend.

But Me is silent.

Me lives inside.

Alone.

 

Myself is lost.

Myself is the one who feels,

Who cries, smiles, and dreams.

Myself gets disappointed.

Myself never gets to be who it is.

Myself is always confined

To fit in with all the others.

Myself wants to be seen.

Wants a place to call its own,

A voice that could be heard every once in awhile.

Myself isn’t selfish.

Myself knows that the world doesn’t revolve around it,

But Myself also knows that it doesn’t revolve around others.

Myself is intelligent

But myself is never allowed to exist inside or out.

Myself is lost.

Alone.

 

I is strong with a powerful outside voice.

I gets to speak and do things for others

But never gets to speak its mind.

Me is thoughtful with a powerful inside voice.

Me gets to speak its mind about what it wants

But is only heard inside.

Myself is intelligent with a powerful sense of itself.

Myself knows how to feel and how to live

But is hardly ever seen in full.

Together they are one.

They are the name that is written on the page,

The one who reads and writes and lives.

They exist together to become

The person with the name.

The person who I am.

The person who is Me.

The person who is Myself.

Reviews

[EurasianFlavour]

A very powerful breakdown of yourself. I really liked how, even though it is a description of you, you were detached from each description, writing it as if in 3rd person and then bringing it all back to you in the end.

[Samantha Jankowski]

Thank you!

[Joan*Eckhart]

This was incredible. I related to this so much, you have no idea.

[Samantha Jankowski]

Thanks! Glad you could relate to it.

[roarke]

Nice breakdown of ego, Id and consciousness.

This piece expresses a lot of personality, both inside and outside.

Clean, clear, and has a point...can't ask for more.
Well done.

[Samantha Jankowski]

Thanks so much!