Where Am I

Where have you brought me? This well lit dark place And you say its interesting here But I just don't find myself Here, where trust is lost Friends are abandoned in worst of times Love is a mere illustration for fulfilment of desire Creativity And imagination don't exist Here,where truth is the greatest lie The great ,greatest person is "I" Hate is more than all you see There is no one , nothing more than "me" Poets create poems from words And call it imagination Well its true they'd get angry But I'd call such poems elaboration Who do you think I am??!