Who Are You

Is what I feel really real,
Is what I see really meant to be, 
Or just a mirage that stands before me ?

Betraying an image to cover up of what may be,
Yes, 
No, 
Even Maybe,
This I may never know, 
lead astray,
Today, 
Tomorrow, 
For many moon's,
But how will I know what has never been apprised ?

Days turn cold, 
Nights turn colder,
Frostbite from words that have been froze,
I can no longer feel, 
Left with questions unanswered ...

Lost and infurious, 
My mind in a realm of insidious,
Left with only myself to interrogate,
So I ask myself really what is and what isn't ?

The known to be Unknown ..