facing the light

I have the face of
somebody else,
their words script
my looks, who I am
hides behind the sham 

... 

the searchlight
reduces to a torch,
to a fading candle,
to a feeble incense
stick,
it's a dark world
overexposed, the one
inside, that which could
reinstate the strength
lies unexplored 

...

I don't know why I
named these as facing
the light, can anyone
help in understanding
the logic, it's ridiculous,
but, wait a minute, it is
also pointless to look
for sanity when one tries
to see the sun with a
candle, or burn it with
the wand, an insane
stick, I have lost it,
I am in the dark,
I lost it