Misplaced

Im in love with the idea of finding myself.
I can't figure it out.
I sit and ponder about all of the things I have the ability of doing.
All of the things I could accomplish in this world
This amazing beautiful artistic incredible world.
I see nothing in the mirror
I can't feel anything.
I don't know who I am.
Everything is misplaced because I can't figure this one thing out.
Who am I?