Loss Of Consciousness Poem by chandra yusuf

My thought makes a goddess on itself on the mirror.
It plays vision on what myself want to be.
It says: Hi! This is you. Think positively, then you'll be alright.
But still, I confused with what is coming out.
He is really me inside or outside the mirror?
Or he is somebody else.
There is no sign he is me.
My thought doesn't tell the truth who is this guy on the mirror?
Or he only just makes a joke on me.
He is standing in front of me with no face.