Friday, October 21, 2011


In front of the mirror
My fears reflect my indecision
The truth comes from desperate moments
And everybody gets hurt.

Today, somehow, I’ve decided to suffer just for a moment.
I’ve decided to let myself get hurt.
I’m bleeding, weak and needy,
but I won’t  die at the end of the war.

Some soldiers are willing to protect me
But their weapons aren’t stronger than mine
I refuse to receive any kind of help
Cause I don’t want them to die if they dare to try.

In front of the mirror I’m a warrior
A moment’s indecision when I see your face
But you are my enemy
And , somehow,  you will see yourself defeated   

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