The Mask

I looked into the mirror
And I saw myself,
with brown eyes and long hair.
But, I don’t see me.
Where am I?

People say
Than I am many things.
Everyone says something different.
Is it I?
Who am I?

I compare myself
With many things,
None of which are similar.
I’m confused with everything.
Why am I like this?

Who am I? I’m an explorer lost in the jungle.
Where am I? I’m trapped in a cage of air.
Why am I like this? Blind have I been.
With myself, I’m me,
But to the world, I’m a mask.