Me, Myself.

I walk in a storm, unable to get out,
the hammering raindrops like bullets for me to dodge.
One hits every once in a while and I am shot to the ground, brought down.
You? You don’t see this, though.
For I am in a cage with a one-sided view,
I see just me, and you see just you.
You all insist though, to be seeing me as well.
I know that this is not true because I can hear your thoughts;
They go from the person you told to the one who told me,
I hear all the things you think of me.
They really are not true, how could I tell you this though when I’m in this cage,
Me seeing me, and you seeing you?
Perhaps I am not alone and you are in a cage too?
I suppose I won’t know since this cage has no way out.
When will the freedom come to live, rather than exist here?
I hear about the life, far away from this cage,
The life I am missing as I stay here, merely existing.
Trapped inside, there’s nothing to do but wait for the cage to open,
If it ever will, we will have to wait and see.
For now, we’ll wait here in our cages,
Seeing only ourselves yet somehow knowing everyone else.
I dodge a few bullets, some hit though and I’m shot down.
You do not know me and I do not know you,
Please look close and see that these things you say about me, may not be true
Look a little closer, into the cage, see these things you did not see,
These things that you never would have imagined.