Themselves

I was the same. Hypothetically speaking.

I wasn’t injured, I stayed the same. Nothing had changed. Everything was the same.

I was freaking out cause I was the same person I once was.

I would have been worried, not “would” but “am” (without the have and been).

I was worried. Even if others wouldn’t be, I still am.

Myself of yesterday would have been.

Myself of today.

Myself of tomorrow.

We were all the same.

I held my identity dear.

My identity was myself.

I identified with myself.

Others identified me as myself.

I was myself.

I’d always be myself.

I’d never not be myself.

I couldn’t not be myself.

Nobody could ever be myself.

Other than me.

Me, myself.

I was myself.

I kept my identity.

I keep my identity.

My identity was a form of myself

Identity is a form of self.

What I identified with was myself.

Myself was valueless.

Other than to myself.

Myself was worthless.

Other than to myself.

Without myself.

Myself could disappear.

No one other than myself would take notice.

But without myself.

Myself was valueless.

Without myself, myself would have ever existed.

If I’d never existed.

Nothing would have changed.

Other people's selves were themselves without myself.