Me, Myself, and I
Have to love myself and have to want myself,
You simply can't compare it to something on a shelf.
See it as narcisstic or maybe a bit vain
Once you lose yourself, you are never the same
So I keep me close, and show my pride
You don't really know yourself,
Until you see what's inside.
Clothes, diamonds, shoes doesn't matter,
Only you can figure out how to put food on a platter.
So keep everything else but to the die I die,
One thing I can't live without is me, myself, and I.
This poem is about:
Me