Which of me do you think you know,
The subtle or the sad,
The one that’s deep and sultry,
Or the one that’s loud and mad,
The me that mutters lost in thought and stresses over life,
Or the me that deals with everything,
The trouble,  stress and strife.
There’s another me that no one sees,
The me that keeps me right,
The one I keep all for myself,
That’s hidden in plain sight,
The me that reasons out the fear and keeps an even keel,
That chains my madness to my core when life becomes to real,
So many me’s I must contain all echoes of myself,
Are you the same behind your name,
Is there more than just yourself.