How many Fake Accounts?

How many fake accounts did you create
just to stalk her?

One with a borrowed face.
One with a stranger's name.
One that follows at midnight
and disappears before morning.

How many ghosts did you manufacture
just to stand outside her digital window?

You became a crowd
of people who never existed,
a thousand masks
wearing the same pair of eyes.

And for what?

What did she steal from you?

Your sleep?
Your pride?
A version of yourself
that never existed in the first place?

Why such hatred?

You speak her name
like it owes you something.

You search for her
like a hunter searching for a wound.

You watch what she posts.
You count who likes it.
You memorize the hours
when she disappears.

Tell me,

when did curiosity become a cage?

When did her life
become your courtroom?

She is not a mystery
you are entitled to solve.

She is not a punishment
you are entitled to deliver.

She is a person.

Let her breathe.

Let her walk through the rain
without wondering
which invisible eyes are following.

Let her laugh
without checking over her shoulder.

Let her sleep
without knowing that somewhere
another account is being created
with her name typed into the search bar.

Delete the masks.

Close the windows.

Turn off the little screens
that have become mirrors
to a face you no longer recognize.

Because one day
you will count all the accounts
you created to watch her,

and realize
you have built an entire city
around someone
who never invited you inside.

So let her be.

Let her disappear from your screen.

Let her become ordinary again.

And let yourself become
someone who no longer needs
to follow a stranger's shadow
just to feel alive.