Just like a chameleon, I too change my colours to fit in to the environment and be want others need. Never being myself I don’t have sorrows or wants. Scary how easy that is to do .

Boa Vida. CarlaB

I always lived my life being what you and everyone expected me to be, i no longer remember who I am. I now know that this was a mistake, because no one cares about the person but what that person can do for them. Surrounded by friends or enemies, truth or lies, real or fake? While I seat here awake I have an awakened almost unreal feeling that my head and my heart don’t match. Not able to think straight, not able to see through the fog. This is a scary feeling of lost of control. Who do I trust, what do I trust? Everything that I worked for and everything I believed in seem to be an illusion that is about to open up under my own feet and there is nothing I can do to stop it. When the world seems to be made of glass every movement can be the last one. Who to trust the outside voices, the mind or the heart? I wish right here right now I could have the answers, I guess it won’t be that easy. It is a sad and hurtful feeling when people misread your intentions and use them against you to drop you down. But at the end of a hurtful life that I had to fight for everything and struggled all the way, while others just had to show up and everything was always right. What was the lessons that I had to learn and never did? Has I try to fall a sleep I still don’t know what to believe when the sun rises in the sky!

Boa Vida. CarlaB