This world tags pigs with lying notions
Makes masks to cover true emotions
Fools the wise, “this is right, that is wrong,”
A painted beauty, twisted all along.
But, in the rare cases, we can find
Those who stand out and shine
Who look inside to see…
Who really is this “Me”
I for one have searched so far
Distanced to and fro the star
Sailed the depths of my thought,
Searching how this “Me” I wrought,
I traveled the heart’s whole path
Uncovered the truth he hath
Of what defined him truly…
I discovered my own “Me”
Now, the question arises
To answer “Me’s” disguises
And answer I will ,with my might,
This truth that has been brought to light
Like a wax candle mold,
Every “me” has a story told,
Mine, however, is quite unique,
Shaped finely my “Me’s” physique
What makes “Me”?
The variations of a personality?
Loveable, giving, forgiving, or kind?
An ear, an eye, a soul, a mind?
It is the experiences I have and will face,
Every step I took through life’s endless race,
That is where my “Me” I find,
This is where my “Me” is mine.
Through overcoming the obstacles and tribulations
That life throws by chance’s allocations,
Through the waves beating the sea,
That is what has made my “Me”