Looking at them looking at me

I see in you not something new, but some things old and some things more.
I'm sure it means... something deep, and it sounds fancy, that's for sure.

You dislike the aesthetic of pretention, and like its opposite,
But at your core it's what you are, even though you wouldn't chase it.
And thus I'm certain you would change it,
Wanna break me? You want to break it.

I'm looking at you, looking at me,
And all of them as well.
You think of us as us because,
For your own tricks you fell.