You to Me

Who are you,

to tell me how to feel?

To tell me how to percieve

what's fake and what's real?

Who are you?

My mother, my kin?

My friend. My friend?

Well come again.

These loose words,

these false pretenses

that appear to make us see

these temporarily contact-lenses

But take them out,

see what I see

That's why I ask who are you?

But a stranger to me

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