One letter

Do you see me?
Me. me. Me exposed.
Here stripped of all these clothes,
brands, styles.
Here naked.
My body decorated with bars and ink.
Is it me?
Am I am?
My mind.  My thoughts.
Myself.
Is my body me?
Does it contain me?
Is it my barrier?  My limit.
Can I expand no further?
None may pass.
Is this it?
Myself, myselves.  You can't see them all.
Can I?
Do we know each other?
Are we stangers to ourselves?
Can we be without acting?
Role playing.  Playing the part.
Protecting our ego, our pride
over a non exsistant self.
What are we affraid of?
True self.  An illusion.
Ghost me.
My name.
This floating, flimsy me.  
Intangable, indiffinable - nothing.
Can I be? Be.
Just be.
Anything more is a stereotype of myself.
I. i.
One meaningless letter.