Perception

Who is this creator? How can I speak as if I am removed? I wasn't what you held in your grasp I wasn't the name you gave me I wasn't what you saw in the mirror I wasn't where your family lived Like some old ancestor I exist in your perception But not in reality I have learned to blend in To trick God I was given a puzzle so I'll give one back What exists and doesn't at the same time? What is good and bad? What is tall yet short?