How can one be true
When herself is confused
By what she feels
Or what she had felt before

Is it real
Like those shown in television
Like those stories that
Had been written beautifully
In a novel

What if hers was plain
And dull
Is it not a true feeling
Or did it becomes blurry
As she kept denying it?

She was scared of reality
But she no longer belongs to fantasy
Whether it's a dream comes true
Or it's merely a tale or
Just a daydream
She can never be sure
Until her feelings
Become crystal clear

One day
Perhaps
She can finally be sure of.

I can only watch from aside