Why must you confuse me for a nymph?
You chase after me,
Lust in your eyes,
But you turn into a narcissus flower when I cut my hair.
I'm only a reflection in the pond that you chase after.
Even Artemis was better at the hunt and knew better than to let love in.
What must I do so you don't drown?
Must I disappear?
Must I show you that it's your reflection?
Stop the chase.
I'll never cave and break the glass.
See me not as a nymph
But as a nymph and satyr.