Myself

I won't pretend to be another,
Myself is just for me,
I am a self-indulgent type of fool,
A study in individuality.
At times I conform with the mainstream,
From my head down to my shoes,
But that's because it suits me,
And the mainstream I consciously choose.
But at times I worry even myself,
My passions so dark and strange,
The thoughts that I entertain,
Border on the deranged.
But when I finally harbour worms,
Or my ashes rest upon a shelf,
I'll know that I've been successful,
Because I've remained true to myself.

I know, it's a trifle self-indulgent. So sue me.