Myself, Mine, Self
What is this self we all possess?
I know not mine, I must confess,
though at times, I dare to guess.
The truth for me, hard to ingest.
You, Yours, Yourself
This gift is your own paradise.
Perfect and flawed, I must surmise.
What of you rests inside?
What pieces and parts do you hide?
We, Us, Ours
Are we not the same, except by name?
Have we not the same demons to tame?
Ourselves and others, don’t we blame?
We are proud, we are ashamed.
Human, Beings, Being
Humans, being the colors that we make.
Different hues of auras we create.
To aid others, we’re not afraid,
When ourselves we guide, ourselves we must brave.