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Me,Myself and I...

Inside my head gets crowded and there's just one reason why,

A menagory of alter ego's [me, myself and I]

There's nothing complicated and no need to find a shrink,

A little time divided giving each some room to think,

Me's the alpha female of the trio here inside,

Whilst myself moves like thunder, blows the whole lot open wide,

And then there's I the introvert and timid of the three,

The combination of such is the the reason I am me,

They like to stick on labels so to give us three a name,

And when at last they find one then it's time to lay the blame,

Considering genetics, or enviromental facts,

Then they file it under 'Mental Health' and tell me to relax,

Multiple personality's a disorder of the mind,

A complex list `they do insist, but blind they lead the blind,

These so called 'Psyche Experts' who think they're never wrong,

They clutch at straws and make the rules up as they go along,

So take your diagnosis and me? well I'll just try,

To make sense of the crowded mind that's me, myself and I.

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julie-ann jones

Do any of you ever [usually after being hit with whatever brings inspiration to provoke the said piece of work] put together your latest piece of writing [with me it's always the ones that just roll of the tongue or the pen] then when finished read it back to yourself and get all excited [haha what's all that about?] Well that's just happened after writing this piece of work. What inspired it? something as random as my friend asking me on the phone was I home alone or did I have company, I replied there's just the three of us... me, myself and I. I then put down the phone and busted the rhyme you now see in about 3 minutes...[rather plzd with  myself]

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