You say that you don't know who I really am. I say that I can only reflect my inner self, that I cannot directly show you myself for even my "internal" self is simply a reflection of perhaps my truer/truest self.
You can only ever see reflections. You can feel, though not through your senses, what is being reflected, but nonetheless our mutual reality is one of reflections and interpretations. Subjectivity. Flux.
You can never know who I am, but don't worry because I'm nearly certain that I can't either. I can, however, clean the mirrors a bit from time to time.
One of my first submissions to Hello Poetry. Revisited.