I am You

I am you.
I am what you are.
I am an army to an army—
which means I have to wake up early.
I am an animal to an animal,
so basically, I'm just another mammal.

I am what you are.
I am the best when you are the best,
and I am the worst when you are worst.
So if you're having a bad day,
guess what? Me too. Thanks a lot.



Such is I.
Me, myself.
You, yourself.
You are what to me?
When you are not me,
I can't stand.
Literally. My knees give up.
I am not what I am.
I am what you are.
I can't be myself—
because you keep borrowing my personality.



Society compressed me like a soda can,
conformed to the values they call "the plan."
I am in the middle of worms
trying to eat—
which is gross, and also defeats
my lunch plans.

I am made up of people.
I am you.
I am a human mortal.
Which means I forget why I walked into a room,
I laugh at my own jokes,
and I blame you for everything.
Because, remember—
I am you.