Somehow

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