Simulation
I live in a simulation.
Not them, but me.
When they call me on the phone.
I know it’s not fake voices.
I feel like I’m the fake voice around here.
I live in a simulation.
Is the simulation made up?
Or am I just crazy?
I don’t know what to ask anymore.
I live in a simulation, I live it, I love it, I’m on top of it, and below it, it’s like it’s my own world, but it’s not a world, it’s just weird.
Not them, not them…
Me,
Talking on the phone.
And I try to sound normal, but my voice is about to explode.
I hang up.
For no reason at all.
Copyright © Angelica Tao | Year Posted 2024
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