What is it I am talking about?

I write this poem to ask one thing. "When you look at yourself what do you see?" Now this is statement not a question you see, well no one can see what you see. What you see is what you see. A lying, honest, or maybe a loser. What you see you can't explain. What you see you can see but what you feel you must feel and not see. Just because of logic does not mean you have to say happy or sad, you can say "I feel like a unicorn" but can you really descried it? Yet another question I ask promising only one and what I feel inside, I can't comprehend.