I would leap any height to impress you,
throw every word I know at you,
insinuate virtues and devalue worlds,
all so I can bask in my own exaggerations.
And now I must ask a favor.
be my mirror,
and tell me,
Do I resemble a person?
How did I get this far from myself,
and how do I get back?
And if no one is looking at me,
do I really exist?