The Stranger Known As You

They say "You,"
I say what?
They repeat, "yes, You"
I say "You who?"
So They check my vital signs
And say,
You are alive.

I smile,
Knowing You is well
For one day,
I can possibly meet You
And find out more about them.
And possibly be just like
them.

They say You is an outsider,
The forbidden outcast
No one seems to notice,
Or even cares to.
I can relate.

They then told me
You is to be addressed as Myself,
So I complied
Because that is what I always do.

I would still love to come across Myself
Someday
Any day.
They are the only companion
I could ever know.

But They said Myself is no good,
no good at all,
a mere ant on the sidewalk
Unknowingly waiting to
be crushed by the passersby
Who possess the one identity
That is praised.

So I suppose
That if I should never follow in Myself's footsteps,
it is okay;
I will always have
my friend Somebody Else
To show me the ropes of life,
And follow in their lead.