My Pen: My Mirror

I write therefore I think
I think therefore I write
Consciously, I am what you are not,
But yet you still judge me.
Would you like to spend a day in my life?
If you could, would you?
If you would, could you?
Do you know who you are,
When you look in the mirror?
Are you a mere reflection of what you wish to be?
Do you play a role,
Or are you truly real?
I’ve learned the age-old secret,
But I will never tell
Read between the lines,
The answer waits therein.
I write therefore I think
I think therefore I write