“i made it up!” i scream at me.
“it’s all a lie you’d like to see.”
“you aren’t the you you’d like to be.”
“you’ve lost yourself to fantasy.”
but i rewind tape. i replay clips.
bias tinges my judgements
and i bend facts in my defense,
for otherwise, it’d make no sense.
but nonsense, it is. that is true
and it’s too late for i’ve skewed the clues.
convinced there’s one thing left to do.
convinced i am someone to you.