Myself and I
I met myself along a road
and thought I was a jerk,
so I punched myself in the nose
and wondered why it hurt.
I called myself some dirty words
and was the only one who cared,
I looked around to see who heard,
but no one else was there.
It was frightening for me to find
I hadn't any help,
And how did I get left behind
alone to face myself?
But there I was with only me,
staring myself down,
so I looked deep in hopes to see
some good that could be found.
I wasn't overwhelmed
with stunning qualities, for sure,
but I felt that if I stuck around
I'd get to see much more.
So now myself and I are friends
united in a faith
that we'll accomplish better e
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