I Am A Universe.

I am another me.
I am everything,
and nothing.
I am what I think,
adore
and do.
I am who I see in the mirror,
and who I see inside myself.
I am the truth,
the fear
and the lie.
I am the acceptance,
the silent thinking
and the denial.
I am the stirring,
the calmness
and understanding.
I am optimist,
realist
and insecure.
I am active,
awake dreamer
and asleep.
I am what you see,
the surface
of the mirrors of my deepest waters.
I am the serenity,
but the tides
and tornadoes too.
I am where I drown,
what I shed,
the oceans.
I am the dancing fire,
the greatest flame,
the most red and orange view.
I am the magma,
the core,
the depth I dwell.
I am the nymph,
a fairy,
and a godess.
I am so much,
but so little.
Depends on every eye.
All depends, not just this, on how it is being seen.

What can I say I am not?
I am not manipulator,
ignorant,
massive,
passive,
coarse,
emotional,
grandiose,
hysterical.
I am a liar!
I am all of this, just a little or enormously.
I am.
I cannot escape, because
I am.

Oh, and you are right, young man,
I am a universe.