Gogo's Identity

What am I?
What is I?
Or better yet,
WHERE is I?
I have no I.

My eyes see other's I.
I copy others because I have nothing,
Nothing of my own.
I have nothing to call mine.
I have nothing to do that is MINE.

I am only a mime with nothing.
A mine,
But doesn't a mime need a beginning?
In the beginning did I have an Identity?

Something to call mine.
Maybe I should look inside me to find,
My identity
Myself

Something that is me
But maybe that something is real,
Everyone else's something
So my identity is a melting pot of all.

That is what makes me, me.
What am I?
I am everyone's something.