The Real Me

Be yourself; that’s what everyone says
Don’t play a role; don’t try to impress
Be yourself; let your emotions show
The real you is beautiful

Well, if anyone knows who the real me is,
Don’t keep it to yourself; share it please
There is no man in my head that is trying to get out
There is no one single thing that I’m all about

There is no unified me across situations or time
Not reducible to material matter, or substance sublime
There are ideals, which at certain times, I strive
But why should this ideal be rei-ified?

Is what I am, how I act?
Does it matter if I’m quiet or loud and brash
When I’m childish or wise beyond my years
When I’m happy and smiling or close to tears

Is one more me than the other?
Is one genuine and one a cover?