I live in a world of deja-vu,
Where other people’s shadows
Are perfect pictures of you.

So when I say, I’ve seen you before,
Believe me when I say so,
For your image is now engraved in my brain,
Yet your doubts pierce like needles.

They could be your calls of trauma,
But nothing you say will ever damage
The perfected stitch of you in my man-made realm.
© Achilles