You Are Not Me, I Am

i tell myself what to think about myself when i think about myself;
    i tell myself about myself.

what i’m really trying to say is;
    nobody knows me like i do because i tell myself what i know.
    and what i don’t.
    and what i might.

i doubt myself.
i tell myself i doubt myself but i don’t doubt i doubt myself.
i never doubt myself.

i know what i know not, i know that much at least.

i live inside my brain a bit too much these days.
cramped and constantly debating.
i have labeled every feeling and relabeled them again.

i watch the watcher watching.

i live vicariously through myself,
forgetting that the moment’s fleeting,
processing everything in real time,
so i can tell myself what to think.