I is me,
But is the I on the outside,
Really the me on the inside?
Is the I that hurts people,
The me that cares?
Is the I that never shows pain,
The me that cries in silence?
Is the I that has no normal fears
The me that is so shy?
Or is there the outside I,
That others see,
And the inside me,
That hides even for herself?
If so,
then I is I, and Me is Me.
Nothing more,
Nothing less.