Fable locomobius

Many train trips happen like this. Someone I’ve never seen before sits near me

These people are of the mistaken belief they know me

They start talking about me and mocking me, making out as if they know more than my goddess does

They even believe they have telepathic powers and can read my thoughts

Yet, what’s ironic is that it’s not me, but some complete fantasy these people believe is me

Who is this other Raelene?

I’m Beautiful and a proud lesbian, in Love

In this other universe, Raelene’s existence comes entirely from their fantasies. A whole “biography” of a person who doesn’t exist

Perhaps the question is rather not: Who is this other Raelene?

Cause I am me

But is, Who are these people who believe I’m someone other than Raelene

Are they other than what they are themselves?

As they sit there and talk casually so everyone can hear, “Oh yes, and when we were there, she done this,” and actually it never happened

They believe themselves to be in a fantasy world

I certainly don’t know them, and they most certainly don’t know me

It comes to my stop. I get off. Where do they go?