A Nobody

When I look in the mirror, I see 3 people.

Me, Myself and I.

I see Me, a person no one ever notices.

I see I, who pretends to not care.

I see myself, somebody who so desperately wants to be someone,

to have an identity.

I see a human that is nothing similar to me.

You ask me if loving my reflection is possible.

But how can I love my reflection

when all I see is nothing?