When I'm Not Me

I stood in front of them with my violence, as strong as it was just a weakness I imposed.
Raising and educating myself, showing it to them as if I were right, without ever knowing I was trying to convince myself again above doubt.
Reveals my cherry. Laughter, the only cover I actually swear. Swearing the storyline.
When I really feel sad, a sweet smile is the best way to cover up.
Shouting loudly "spirit!" which is different.
Covering anxiety by pretending to always be calm in every atmosphere.
Looking around for a backrest, but the end is always, I have to embrace myself in tears.
Now, change.
Not!!
Help me change.
With him who comes looking into my eyes and knows, In fact I'm not alive.
Got to know my tears as I covered them with laughter.
Heard my shout when I just silent.
Grabbed my hand and helped me up, asked me to walk again.
who managed to turn doubts into convictions.
Embracing me, wiping my tears, leaning my head against his shoulders,
Hug me and say "now you no longer own"

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