I walked through the lonely road and all I saw was darkness.
"Why am I here?", I asked myself.
I felt like I've been here yesterday.
Was it a dejavu?
The road was so empty, yet all I heard was a woman screaming for help.
I couldn't see the light in the end of the road.
I couldn't find the woman.
I couldn't do anything until I realized it was me.
It was me, the woman who screamed for help.
Now I can see her clearly, my reflection.
The calm on her face is an ongoing sin.
I know, it's all a lie.
I still can hear the sounds of her screaming, it's resonancing.
She says, "Please remove the mask I've been wearing for the past few years"
With a smile in her face, she continues "I've been waiting for someone to remove it, but no one care enough to remove it"
I begin to ask myself "Why do I let this happen to myself?"
How can I love someone else more than I love myself.
Most people just turn the other cheek.
Most people wouldn't care.
Most people turn their back and go.
They've been doing it for years.
But I must face the pain I see, in my own reflection.