I promised myself I’d always be me,
I pounded it into my mind
So I would think the thoughts I thought I should think
And be moral, just, and kind.
But I’ve done deeds without approval of my promise
And I have scolded myself for every mistake.
Eventually I learned that I could not be me
When I always wished another me would awake
And my promise kept taunting me, anticipating I would fail
And act as someone I thought I shouldn’t be.
But how could a promise to be myself be fair,
Unless I know which is me