The problems are others. This continuous nodding changed my anatomy.
I can not eat any more but I'm brewing up like a balloon.
The doctor said "stress", gave a name to my problem.
What is stress for one who thought he was born stressed?
My stress has a duty to lie, not being able to be honest with those who deserve my honesty.
Chin for "orders superiors ", chin because I have not the strength to rebel.
mind because it's easier to lie in the short term.
lie Why can not arrive at that time.
Chin and I get tired of listening to useless words.
mind because I do not want to hear the truth.
Under the sun I burn the body, head fry the unreality of the glare of light that stuns me as lost in the desert in search of water.
Out in the cold so much I try, I find the strength of those who can not answer, stupid or frozen. Out in the cold I do not have reflections, I thought, I can be a nobody.
the sun evaporates and remain without a soul. Worse than a damn, I force myself to not seeing growth in the isolation rage against a world that I do not understand and continues to keep me on the border, in an eternal revolving door that slowly suffocates me.
air, projects and impossibility.
to be different from that which is reflected there-every morning-and makes fun of you.
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