Cage of infinit space

Why does my mind wander through this world in a thousand different personalities.

Why do the walls of this world disappear when I try to find them.

My mind is trapped in a cage of infinit space.

Looking, trying, searching, for a place to call my own. 

But every thought I think is not mine.

Every sight is seen through eyes that I see through myself.

My mirror reflections show a thousand faces starring back at me.

Me? Us?

Who am I, Am I more than I, or just more of me?

Am I alive or dead? Can I be both?

Maybe I am, I think I am. Or is that you?

Me? Yes its me. The face of a thousand faces.

I know who I am.

I am many.

Reviews

[KeeD]

I liked it a lot, it shows multiple perspectives of the spoken subject and like a mirror they all reflect on the readers mind but the twist is you maybe many but you are just one. Great write.

[Anna]

Thank you so much

[@]

its like that adage -
" i am a crowd.
i am a multitude"

poem is good

[PP]

This is amazing Anna! It is kind of Rhetoric and Paradoxical at the same time. You've got a superb art of expression :)

[Rob Santana]

hhmm, I can actually say I understand this poem. I wrote something similiar. When you have time check it out it's called SIX.

[Anna]

I did see it, it actually inspired me to do something simular. I had this already written last year, I just edited it a bit. Thank you