Useless questions that have no answers

A poem criticizing the modern world.

With my blurry eyes I can see better than you ever could. 
Its mass hysteria and you’re just one of the victims.
If I met him, I’d shake the reaper's hand. 
I have a few suggestions to improve his efficiency.
Am I a human? Who could tell? Is anyone? What are we?
Is this a poem? Who could tell? Does it rhyme? What of the syllables?
Nothing can ever be true, except your mind. 
It’s a sad thought that brings tears to my eyes; for your mind is the opposite of mine.