Yes it's me, I myself, what I turned out to be, a kind of accessory or spare part of my own person, The jagged outskirts of my true emotion---I'm the one here in myself, it's me.

Whatever I was,
Whatever I wasn't---it's all in what I am.
Whatever I wanted,
Whatever I didn't want---all of this has
    shaped me.
Whatever I loved,
    or stopped loving---in me it's the same
    nostalgia.

It's me,
    just me, and nothing I can do about it!