Inside all of us, there is a ME.
A ME that none of us understand clearly.
A complicated, jumbled mass within,
of confused thoughts and emotions transitory,
that sometimes run with, and sometimes against each other.
The clash continuing; the peace temporary.
A relentless struggle with a life of its own.
A momentous journey, the end unknown.
The ME can be tamed, the ME should be tamed,
claim the ringmasters of the outer world.
Channel each thought, command each emotion.
Who is the master though, that is the real question.
For in a fight against one’s own self;
few can claim victory.
Though the ME stays within,
it gnaws beyond its periphery.
And the I loses out often,
To this faceless, shapeless entity.