singularity

Do dreams exist to heal our wounds?
Then, tell me why is it that sometimes
I wake up trying to catch my breath,
Or wake up with a pool of tears.

Do dreams tell lies to protect us?
Or do they tell us our innermost desires,
The desires that we don’t want to admit
The desires we hide from others and ourselves?

If dreams tell the truth, then is it really her
That makes my heart want to burst each night
If dreams tell lies, then who is it
This girl who hides behind the mask of the other.

I feel really weird and confused.
Neither science nor logic can explain
Is this really what they call love?
Or am I just scared to be alone.