Honestly

Honestly, shall I tell you honestly?
I do not even know whether I'm honest or not.

Sometimes I would like to believe 
This is what I am,
These are my thoughts,
My dreams, my feelings..

But honestly I do not know whether I can call them mine
Or are they someone else's reflected glory?
Or a fragment of some illusion
Created my favourite Illusionist,
That is Me.

I honestly seek for a reply
Yet I know not how honest I am about that.