what am i?

I look in the mirror and horrified by my consciousness
I see out of these eyes
and am so blind to other people's visions
I feel that I am too aware for everyone
but does everyone feel the same?

I see these people
and I can touch them
but they are not real to me
I don't understand how they think
how they feel
what am I even made of?

going smaller and smaller
until there is nothing but strings
infinite amount of strings
composing absolutely everything thing
conscious and unconscious in my experience

when I walk with the people
i watch infinite strings
hoping that an infinite amount of strings
will act just the way my infinite strings
want them too
do other strings wish upon my strings?

It used to be hard for me to understand
how other people were actually alive
but now i know that we might all
just be strings

and that I am nothing special
and if were all made of strings
and if everyone and everything
has 11 dimensions
than everyone thinks and feels deeply.

I am not special.

Who in the hell do I think I am?