From the Beginning to the End II

I've only reached my shadow,
I just saw my shadow,
that's all I could get.

But your smile,
your face...
I haven't found.

Nonetheless,
I haven't stopped.
I still search for you,

in the oceans,
in the continents,
I search for your love.

In thought,
in reality,
I search for your presence.

In space
and time,
I still search for your existence.

Everywhere,
every hour,
I search blindly.

Even if it hurts,
even if I fight,
I search for you without hesitation,

without thinking,
without wanting,
by instinct;

because it's stronger than me,
because I can't help it,
because I suffer without you.

Which reasons,
which fears
drive me to search for you?

I don't know it.
I just know
I search for you.

I don't know who I am;
I don't know what I do;
I don't know what I feel;
I don't know who I see in the mirror.

I don't know why I am;
I don't know why I do;
I don't know why I don't feel;
I don't know why I still look at the mirror.

I don't know where I am;
I don't know when I am;
I don't now what I'm for;
I don't know why I'm still here.

I look at the mirror;
but I can't find myself.
I search,
but I can't find myself.

Undefined I am;
I'm nothing for me.

I look in vain,
I search in vain;
I don't know who I am.

It's weird:
It seems it's me who's in the mirror...
I'm not who I am.

I know it was all in vain,
But it wasn't my fault, it was
who-I'm-not's.

Everything I felt
wasn't felt by me; no, it was
another person.

Every stupid thing,
every mistake was made by
who I'm not.

It's all because of the one
I see in the mirror,
who I'm not.

But who am I?

Not accordingly to predicted, I'll stop commenting my poems, as they may restrain their readers' own interpretation, plus showing lack of humility and giving a lot of unnecessary work to me. Thanks for reading and, if you happen to read my poems, please comment!