I exist...yes, Sartre...
It is sweet...it is a hell...
I have so many doubts
About myself,
About this old self...
I’d like to see truth
Just like you...
But is it possible if
I’m not true to my heart?
Am I condemned to be free?
But is it possible if my heart
Is in chains?
If I can't be me?
It seems I should be complete
But I am just essence
Without existence.
There is no exit...
There is no way out...

Karla Bardanza