Looking for clues

What I see is what I see,
yet it reflects only me,
a tiny fragment of reality
shaped by my own capacity.

What I hear is what I hear,
often more than reaches the ear,
all those voices in my head
telling me I'm getting mad.

What I feel is what I feel,
but just after I start to peel
away the masks of deception
and the skins of protection.

Naked I stand in front of you
and don't know what to do.