Self reflection

The smell of defeat,  and sting of deceit,
The grief of the greiving, sometimes it seems sweet.
Engrained in the brain, the pain of the sane,
Sometimes seems crazy, my thoughts become lazy.
Too deep I think sometimes not in synch,
But then the deep thoughts become what I need.
I learn the lessons unconsciously tought,
I find my deeper self, subconsciously sought.
A deeper sense of self, to deeply know you,
For the first time ever, to thine own self be true.
The teachers that sink in, in hindsight I see,
Made a deeper impact, as I become me.
To really know who you are, seems too obscure,
The knowledge of knowing the truth, seems really pure.