Me Myself I Poem by Chase Brewer

Writing about myself is hard,
I don't know what to write about.
Everyone thinks of themselves as better than they are,
but they aren't.
They need to look throughout.
But it's hard to look through so many layers.

I tried to describe myself
but at first I found out that I was thinking of myself better than I am.
Which was not what I wanted.
I need to think more simply:
I am a white seventeen year old boy.
I live in Oak Park up a street named Lafitte Drive.
My daily routine is quite serene.
Everyday waking up at seven fifteen
and taking a cold shower to get clean
then drinking caffeine
and staring at screens
like a well-oiled machine.

My routine says a lot about me.
I have good attributes
like being disciplined and hard-working,
that stem from working out
and robotically waking up every morning at the same time.

I guess I can write everything about myself,
but it would take forever.
Everyone--you and me and poor people and rich people and Russians and Australians--all are complex.
I could write forever about my good attributes and bad,
but that would be sad.
I could sit here for hours.
It's hard to encapsulate everything I have ever lived about
just in a few hundred lines, hell, maybe even a thousand!

I am an onion,
peel back too many layers and you start to cry!
Scratch the surface, and you can get a taste.