Acid Victim

Who am I I don't even wonder anymore Why should I care how you label me. I lost my face passing through the bazaar. White light penetrated all layers of my veil and stuck inside my eye. The dark red mountain crushes in my feet with all its trees making a deafening noise. Love, hate, relationship are all absurd words created by frogs. Don't shout my name. I am not there. Clouds rumble in a clear sky, God laughs a cynical laughter for creating women.