Portrait of a Leader and a Follower

Bound by my hands, And fastened to a chair, You say, “We’re friends.” You say, “Stay there.” Sunlight blinds my eyes. Through the open window, I hear cries. You say, “I hear nothing.” You shut the shade And tape my eyelids Open, while a movie plays On a large, wide, white screen. You say, “This is reality.” I try to blink, but can’t. You walk away and leave me there. I cry, scream, and stare.