Tsuki no Usagi

Tsuki no Usagi, my name, my title, my role.
But to be alone?
I watch
but can but never be apart of.
To see fun, to see love,
How do I know if what I am feeling is real?
Or the illusions of someone who longed for,
Closeness.

My life has been spent from afar,
from people but now,
I have felt the warmth of love.
even if fake.
And I do not wish to return home.
But I must,
even now I feel it,
Calling,
Pulling me back to the abyss.
I claw, I bite,
I kick, I scream,
I cry.
But it is all futile.

Tsuki no Usagi, my name, my title, my role, my curse.
I watch,
but I do not take part.
I feel,
But do not know if it’s fake or real.
I am a reflection,
But I am real.