Is it true? Did you really, truly mean what you said to me last night?

We are like opposites. Complete opposites – we have nothing in common, not a thing. Though I thought you were special, kind, generous… you thought otherwise. I wonder if what I feel – is what you feel. Do we feel the same way? The question is though – how can we feel the same way, when to you I do not exist? I am just another fly on the wall – another one of those "nerds", as you say.

I say you are beautiful – but I heard you, you think not. I say your eyes are bluer than the skies above, but you disagree. I wonder if what I see – is what you see. Do we look at the same things? Do you think that what I see – is completely different to what you see? I think otherwise.

I wonder if there is something wrong with me. Is there – something wrong with me? I think so – though I am just one of those other mental people – surrounding you in wonderful crowds, like thousands of hungry vultures, fighting for their bloody pray.

I wonder if what I think is what you think. I say that there is nothing more beautiful than a glistening full moon on a cold winter's night, with luminous stars, twinkling in the night sky. Is there something more beautiful than that, I wonder? Yes – I think there is – and that is you… though you think differently.

So – is it really true? Did you really mean what you said to me last night? As I stared into the mirror – into my own reflection… you spoke to me – in a mysterious voice of gentleness – yet with such horror.

"You are special." Said my inner-self, though I think differently – I am nothing, you are nothing – because the reflection in that mirror is me. You are me – I am you, and nothing on this earth will ever alter that.