To you...

The names that I know.
The faces to tell me.
What I need to know.
From my family.
To the people I am starting to build and gain trust.
I have feelings for some.
But, the problem is that my mother can't accept you all.
No matter if I explain her to you.
To her, she will believe that you don't exist.
She feels that you are someone else.
Even if you show yourself to her.
Still won't believe.
To everyone who has been there.
To the lives.
To friendships.
To love.
To everyone.
This is how it is.
My life is becoming weird.

To you...this is me.