By Nami

The dream is the reality.

You are the mask you wear.

I wear my masks,

They are my skin.

You do not have a mask.

You are open, honest.

You are too close,

You crack my mask.

You see the real me.

Tell me—

Who am I?

Am I the night,

Mysterious and dark?

Am I the day,

Happy and bright?

Am I the stars,

Gentle and soft?

Am I the clouds,

Aloof and uncaring?

Tell me—

Who do you see?

You, who are so close.

You, who force my masks and walls away.

You, who are so natural, so simple.

Who am I to you…?