Myself

Everyday, I try to fit in with myself.
Everyday, I try to explain myself to myself.
Everyday, I talk to myself, about myself.
Everyday, I confuse myself.
But I perfectly understand why I don't understand.
I can't understand myself because I am not myself.
I am not myself because I and myself are exact oppisites.
Half of me is cheering happily the other half crying of sorrow.
But it's not like I'm half of myself at times and another half another time.
I'm always Me but I chose which half to stand out when needed.
But with one small escaped thought the halves can switch places.
The annoyed me replacing the happy me.
All because I confuse myself.
And I cannot fit in, in my one girl crowd.