MAN OF MANY SHADOWS

I want people to believe in me,
But I doubt myself;

Though I flame as words,
I exist not in any letter of my words;

Every letter that makes up of my name,
Tells unfathomable stories

I am me of whatever people see,
In the face of a mirror, I am differently reflected;

To many, I am an unending story
Picturing its end is a waste;

Read in the dark or in a dim of light,
My story is an instant seamlessness

My acts are cravings of confusion in eyes,
I am an exemplar of the world I lived;