Los Restos de un Humano
In my trip to this world, the sky falls down as it sees my fears. I don’t want to turn to the mirror, because I’m someone else I’ve never been. I’m tired of being manipulated. I’m sick of pretending that I’m a good mannered kid. I’m rebel and I can’t pretend anymore. I can’t fake that I have no feelings; I do believe in love. People criticize the way I talk, the way I dress and walk. I want to escape and never turn back, I’m tired of appearances; I can’t be who I am. Too many times, I have asked the Lord, if someone loves me, because I see no one with me. I wonder if there is someone alone, so that way we could share our worlds. I’d like to be remembered one day, I don’t want to die thinking I’ll be forgotten. I change my mind and many times, I don’t know what to do, because I’m sensible and I fear to be hurt. People talk about me, they just say trash, I have never heard that someone loves me; I give up. I believe it would be better to take off and never come back. I can’t swim against the sea tides; I’ll let myself drown. 2009. Adric Ceneri. All right reserved.
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