Its all up to what I think

Why should I have anything to prove to anybody, and since my life aren't in the hands of a god, it is to nobody I should prove myself. I lie as I please, I do as I please, not following rules of 10 commendments, just following rules of the government I have come to live around. My mind chooses its own direction, making my own little world, the one I wish were real, the one I choose to live in as I sleep. It really is reality, my own reality. I write them in words, I don't whisper them, I don't speak them, I don't announce them to anyone. No one has to know, no one, I have my self, "me, myself, and I". Thoughts can go unshared, but have plenty to give, and I have plenty to spare. I understand myself and no one else ever will, so as I know myself no one else ever will. With that, I have no one to prove myself to but to I and to no one else