Who are you?
Are you the one inside rock sanctuaries?
Built from pennies without taxes?
Made by white-robe-wearing prisoners?

Who are you?
Are you the one preached by those on the streets?
Those who wear dresses and suits
By those who ask for money without receipts?

Who are you?
Are you the one described by those thick books?
The one who is mighty and all good?
Omniscient and wiped off all those who are rude?

Who are you?
Are you the one who's love is unconditional?
Yet the one who said there's only cold and warm?
The one who denies the existence of something lukewarm?

Who are you?
Are you the one who's perfect?
But you created what everyone called "mistakes"
The one who said those mistakes' feelings are fake?

Who are you?
Are you the ultimate judge?
The one who taught to point out faces with muds
Without first looking in the mirror which is a must?

Who are you?
Everyone is presenting their own clues
Who are you?
Even though they know no one is really a hundred percent true

I believe I know you
Not because of scripts
Or from others' beliefs
I just somehow feel I know you

Others might not believe the 'you' I know
Because they have their 'you' of their own
But I will not shove my 'you' down their throats
Just to reign their 'you' as the ultimate truth

A white room
A beeping sound
Heading to doom
In there, I found

You.. who's crying
I can feel that you want it to end
My suffering?
Or your guilt within?

I am holding on
You've already let go
Now, the beeping sound is gone
*You've killed me when I wanted to live more