Maybe I’m the one who’s not normal
wrapped in delusions
speaking the language of nightmares.

Maybe we shouldn’t talk
neither listen
just blankly stare at each other.

Maybe I’m the one who’s fake
pretending to enjoy your company
while daydreaming.

Maybe we shouldn’t smile
just write
symbols with our thumbs.

Maybe I’m the one who’s cold
indifferently
looking you in the eye.

Maybe we shouldn’t hug
just draw
marks on our skin.

Maybe…