The First Time
The first time I was crying, not just crying ,but crying for real, crying for losing something, was when I looked into the mirror
Crying for losing something important in my life.
Crying for my truth,
Crying for my naivety,
Cryig for my honesty,
Crying for my ingenuousness
Crying for my innocence.
Looking at the mirror and seeing myself inside it.
Looking at the mirror, seeing my face, black-brown-bronze hair, black-brown eyes, long black eyelash.
Looking on this face and think:
?Who am I
Have I changed?
Am I turned to someone else?
Someone who doesn’t go with his own truth?
Someone who lies to the people he loves?
!he doesn’t do it because he wants to
!He does it to protect them
.He does it to protect his family
.He does it because he had forced
…He does it because he has to, because
.And his family only gets worse, because the lie hasn’t legs
.Because the lie maybe can fix things but in this case he’s just destroy
–All the bricks he puts around him, all the buildings he had built, all these
.get crushed into ground
,Looking at the mirror
,Looking on this face
Looking on me
,Looking inside me
.Searching for the real me.
?Who am I?
?What have happen to me
?Have I changed