Authenticating Virtuality?

It’s all in my mind.

Yes it is.

I don’t speak. I think.

I font my thoughts, virtually express.

They crack a joke

But my lips do not curve

Although I smile

I do so only in my mind.

They be rude, I get hurt

But I frown not

Only, my mind’s eye

Incessantly cries.

I feel them love, I feel them care

All the real stuff with me they share

But I have not a clue

If, unlike them, that’s real too.