Me, Myself, And I Poem by Victor Osorio

I feel lonely
in a crowded room
People are cold and rude
Nobody pays attention
Back to my solitude
Another night I spend alone
Thoughts drawn by myself
Times answered, what is this?
No life questioned, they don't miss
Hardest to look--outside
I stare in the mirror
so much
I can't believe it's me
There seems to be a difference
between myself and my reflection
This doesn't make sense
It's me, myself and I
I just can't help but to wonder
Which of us is real.