Nice to meet you, I am Soledad.

Nice to meet you, I am Soledad.

Words are empty.

The feelings are lies.

They told me the world is beautiful but is it?

They aren’t kind to people who look like me.

Was it fun?

To give me hope?

To give a chance?

You say I am closed off and quite.

Yet, you still wonder.

I don’t trust you nor anyone.

Pretty words are meant for lovers and family.

Not for killers.

Not for people who don't know who they are.