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.