every single day when i wake up,

i ask myself

am I real? why do i not feel real

why am I so unable to feel

why is it that I struggle on my feet

why am I here?

really, why am I here?

why can’t I see me for me

but the mirror never lies,

then it must be my eyes

that are blind

but why?

is it because of the beauty that shines from you?

or is it because of the stunning skies of blue?

is it because of your face?

i think that might be the case

because every time i look at you,

i would not believe my eyes