It's cruel. You know they're only doing this for cruelty, but yet you can't stop doubt of yourself. They don't see your efforts, they don't care, they're only next to you to use every chance to whisper that you're not enough. You had always known about it, but now it's different cause they aren't hidding their intentions anymore. And for this level of cruelty and hate you weren't prepared for...

Rojo es el color del cristal que nos separa, roja es la sangre, rojo es el odio, roja es la fuerza, roja es la locura que desborda mi mente. Rojo es el color de Deseo, de la intensidad, de la luna de verano que nos salva la vida, de la violencia que es nuestra gasolina, de las lágrimas lloradas en silencio. Rojo es el Ka, que nos arrastra y nos coloca donde debemos estar, es el color de la sangre por los cristales que se me clavan hasta los huesos. Hasta los huesos. Rojo es ELLA, rojo SOY yo.