Sum

Sum of the parts do not make the whole?

"Am I the man that did things, or the man
that will?"

To others, you are the former. To yourself, the latter. But you are right, to reality, you are neither.

(now my head hurts...)

Nearly called the poem whole, or anti-wholism, but that was shit.
 
Of course, in the eyes of others, you are never you. In your own eyes, also not. Someone could also argue that you are exactly what people think, and think of yourself, and on a warmer day I'd entertain them. It's all egoism and judgements/smoke and mirrors.

Remember, it's just a poem.

I'd take out the 'You see', 'Right now' and 'Truth is', because the poem seems like it wants to be direct, and those phrases just add baggage, I think.
It's an interesting line to start on - 'cause when I read it I expect 'more like the last' or 'more difficult', something blah like that, but then you're given this word that sounds like a expensive wooden banister, so instead of skimming over it, you think about it for a second and wonder how every day becomes more of that.
There's an interesting (2 for 1 verb offer on today apparently) kind of conflict going on between what's being said and how it's being said - you've got that unsure feeling of 'wondering/who I am', but then the short, definite lines after it which feel confident and sure: there's a tension in that.
The statement 'We all are' sits a bit uncomfortably for me; it seems too certain of itself.
I think it works well to zoom in at the end to a specific place and person; it seems to brush away all the big abstracts and get to the tiny quiet point of it all. I think you relate with people more by focusing on a single person, instead of creating a vague outline of a group of people, which is why that bedroom seems so familiar.

Oh I see. You'd prefer a voiceless, less human piece. One full of definites and direct. Then 'We all are' seems too certain of itself? Oh dear, oh dear, this is a bit of a pickle.
 
Ok, you're right. Some of the pollyfiller isn't needed. The poem wouldn't work at all if it was all me, or all we, but I'm gonna see what I can do with it. Thank you for not mentioning the form looks like that of a bird's tongue. :)

Everything you suggested was perfect. Thank you.

I think the above comments are valuable as they give you feedback.
I found the poem to be a good read.

I think you're right, Kitty. Thank you.

Deceptive perception and subjective thought on the most part.  We see what we want to see, even in the face of fact some refuse to budge. The ignorance of the human race is beyond.. That is only my humble opinion of course.

I like a poem that provokes the mind.  Nice one MrA. :)

Everything is subjective(horrible word). We should all just be getting on with things I suppose, but where would art be?

We see what we want to see...now that's subjective. :)

Happy to provoke your mind. Thank you, Magdalena.

phew...talk'bout 'summing it up'....

subjective!

jeez, why'o'why canno wee see that wee's be each contriving
'reality' in kneejerkity response to to ego-agendi that are incomprehensibly convoluted?  wait, maybe i'm confused. what was the subject wee was talkin'bout?

see what i mean,as eye see that wee canno see how fulla selfyshit wee be?
so,
here i be chasin my tail & reconsuming all myOwn poopoo....

butt eye digresses...& laugh mySelf t'sleep...ahhhhhhhhh

We are just full of shit. Even a primal emotion is dwelled upon before crying into some chips, in a civilised, conscious manner.

Cheers for elaborating, saxman.