Two parts

My-self is a part of me,
hiding underneath me,
to scared to come out of its shell,
to tamed to make a move.

Being me is alright I suppose, speaking my own mind.
Knowing what I want from life.-
But do I know?
And is that right?

My-self is a part of me,
just waiting for that someone,
to get myself out.
out of her shy shell.

But my-self just watch's me,
and try's to be like me,
and doesn't succeed,
cause she's in her shy shell,
My-self, wants to be known,
but I don't think that the people
and the world are ready for 'my-self', yet.
Will you be ready for my-self...
when the time comes?

(13 May 2002.)