So she's here

Right in front of me

But I don't know why

She looks so quiet

~

So I ask myself skeptically

Why everytime, I look to the right

She always turn her view to the left

And when I touch her

She does it so, but I can't feel

The intimacy between.

~

So I ask myself again

I pinch myself

And it's turning blackout

~

I slowly open my eyes

And I look myself in the mirror

It's me, smilling with tears

~

My mind has been manipulated this whole time

What an inevitable moment.