Living behind the shadow of who I used to be has stop me from loving who I am. Bitter memories now seems so sweet... I want to love and accept me.
My mind is surrounded by question marks... Who am I? How and when did I get here? Would I ever love the woman in my mirror? How can I accept that she is me? Would I always live... wishing to see through the eyes of those who see beauty in me?
I've become a prisoner of my own mind, turned my home into a cell, locked myself behind the bars of my insecurities. I'm lost in dead-end streets... and I always find myself searching, reaching out for someone, something that could set me free. Not realizing the way to freedom has always been inside of me.
Inspired by: State of mind