I see myself from the outside; I see myself from the inside.
I am standing in between.
It isn’t me what I see. I am different.
You look at me and you recognize me.
I am trying the same thing: I would like to recognize me.
But I always get a different picture.
I’d like to be like you: I wished I could see me as you see me.
In one clear picture.
Otherwise, it is so confusing.