I don't see myself, but I recognize myself.

Whenever I write about myself, I begin to feel fragile and small. I even need a hand to caress my decisions.

I notice so much distance between the little girl who jumps inside me and the woman who lives putting the band-aid on before I get the wound, that I see myself as the needle in my haystack.

I want to find myself, to know who I really am, but it scares me because I know that I am nobody without my mother, I am nobody without my father, I am nobody, I don't know if I'm even wrong to say it...

My insecurity seeks my strength, but only who knows who, how, and for what I am and what I am worth. I discard flattery, because it weakens. I don't want crowds in my life, nor silences; because they paralyze me.

I am terrified of the sorrows of the people I love, they oppress my heart and rob me of sleep, but I face them like the warrior within me.

I have inserted in my soul, my sorrow like a needle. I am strong and at the same time my weak point, I need to hold my right hand over my left, my mother's custom, so that I would fall asleep.

I am face in front of the mirror of the reflection of the needle of my haystack, I do not see myself, but I recognize myself.