Me, Myself, Or I?
Seems as if I lost myself
Forgot myself
Left me behind
Neglected I.
Selected an alternate being
Infringed upon my own personality
I’ve been selfishly abandoned
Vacated
Became a derelict
And now I’m desperate
In need of a meeting
Featuring the guest speaker of me, myself, and I.
Hi me, meet myself.
How do you do?
Well, now that you ask, I’m slightly confused
Down with the blues.
And have not a clue were me, myself, and I departed.
Maybe if I knew…..
I mean if I could remember…..
We may reunite again
Repair yourselves with super glue.
It’ll be as if we’re brand new!
Well, maybe slightly used.
How could this be?
How could I loss me?
I was together, my sh** was perfect
Perfection got the best of me
And when precision failed, as it always does
I couldn’t find the rest of me.
So invested in me.
That was the test for me.
Examine me please!
This cannot be my destiny
Living my days not knowing me
Egotistically denying myself
Supporting only I
Loving the hushed, myself
Who keeps us separate.
NO this cannot be.
This WILL not be.
I love the entirety that constructs me
The identity composing me
The simple thoughts, words, and actions
That makes me, unique.
Yes this is me!
This is myself!
This is I!
-S Harris*
Copyright © Shelitha Harris | Year Posted 2010
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