Me, Myself, and I

Just a poem, for all of "us".

Me, Myself, and I.

'Myself'', is silent,

But sometimes 'He'

Says he needs

To talk with 'Me'

'I' faces mirrors

On virtual walls

Staring forever

What 'ever' may be

'Myself', can't talk

But 'He' may break

Silence, without

Saying a word

Is 'I' the real one?

And 'He' is the fake?

Or all this Gibberish

Is just absurd

For whomever may

Read what 'I' wrote,

I swear by the haunted

Who haunts my thought

And lives inside me

Never did I doubt

That 'I' never knew

What 'He' talks about