Irony

I open my eyes and see
people things and tree
Can see them all, BUT not me
So, how would I know, my Identity

I have to see "them"
to know who "I" am

does avaialbility define my need
my desire, my limits and my greed
..."their" reaction
justify "my" action

Strange! when 'us' is made of lots of 'me'
who is then 'you', 'I' and 'we'

is this life's irony
or is it this the way it was supposed to be