If I was on trial for just being me
I do not think it would go well:
I’ve always been me from what all I can see
And will be, from what I can tell.

I tried to be someone else once, to find out
If this could work out as a plus:
But found with alarm and complete lack of doubt
That I was still he was still us.

And so all of me must continue to be
My own most consistent amigo;
Though friend to myself I might be, ardently
I still cannot leggo my ego.