Who are you

Can we trust the light within other people?

I barely know you

I barely know the true-you

I’m afraid you’re not the kind person I see

How will I ever know what your actions mean?

I could ask

but it’s not my task

I don’t even know who you are

but I can talk to you 

without having to think about it

and then there are moments 

when I think: Who are you actually?

I am afraid you’re not a kind person

I am afraid to be disappointed

I don’t ever want to lose you

I guess I like you so much 

‘cause omg it’s always so much fun with you

(I hope you will never see this)