Lost in my own house!
Scary, big, white, cold house.
When did this rooms got so strange?
I learned to walk here.
My bed so small, my clothes too baggy, my mind too tight.
There is this skirt that i haven’t worn in years.
This books full of dust, this person i used to love but is now dead.
All this things that were me but are now useless.
All this things, all days in 28 years leading to right now,
to this very exact moment.
The moment where i stood infront of a mirror
but had lost myself.