Myself And Myself

I find myself,
talking to myself,
and me myself talking back to myself,
trying to get me to better understand myself.

And I stare at myself,
smiling back at myself,
often saying,
so here we are alone again.

Sometimes I argue with myself,
only getting myself mad,
forcing myself to stop myself,
and ask myself,
why do I do this to myself?,
Because we have to get along.

Because if I myself,
can't get along with myself,
how will I ever get to know myself.

And its satisfying to think,
that no matter whoever may turn against me,
and wherever it may happen,
I myself am there myself as a witness.
Knowing that I will never lose myself,
Knowing that no matter what life brings,
I
will always be able to stand,
by myself...