That's what I thought.
That's what I was taught.

Maybe I should forget everything I was taught.
But, even if I wanted to, how could I do that?

I thought I was cause for all that happens in my universe.

I, the Superconscious part of Me.

Me, The all that is, The I am.
The Being, Identity, and Oneness of the essence of existance.

I mean, what else is there?
Is there anyone else out there
that even appears a little real to this thing
I call, myself?

Sure.

Apparitions, shades, shadows.
An ego here or there, (mostly, bad imitational parts of one anyway).

Oh, I know.
I'm stupid.
I'm human.

I could go on, but, well.