True.

What is true?

The truth can be messy. Embarrassing. Disappointing. Shameful.

Sometimes the lie is just a hat. Just covering a little.

Other times the lie is a locked door. Always hiding, never opening.

Truth is bad enough as a mirror, I don't plan on turning it into a window.

Is some truth true enough?

Self.

Who am I?

I am me.

I like what I like and I do what I do.

Sometimes self-ish, sometimes self-less.

To them, I am me. To me, I am another me.

Which self do you see?

True Self.

Honestly, I like all the versions of me.

Even the messy me. Even the imperfect me.

I might let the world in through a wide open window, but that's okay.

I'm happy with the me that I have created, and with the me that I am.

Sometimes I'll wear a hat, but I'm still me.

I still like what I like, and I still do what I do.