Myself - Poem by Helene Treadway
Self - Myself - Who can that be?
I suppose that person can only be me!
No one can know that self like I !
Why I laugh - or - why I cry!
Everyone is a self - don't you agree?
Very complex human beings are we.
Searching always the inner self.
Finding within a world of wealth.
Myself is me - There's only one.
A Unique creature - A miracle done!
Perhaps not as perfect as I prefer
Perfection I surmise just never occurs!
Content I will be - I'm not so bad !
Consider for instance the potential I have.
Myself I shall be - Accept the fact.
I'm known only by the way I act !
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