And who's going to tell me what's wrong?
The naivety of the white sheet,
It saves you from talking nonsense.
On the background of a white sheet
essays become art.
I was taught to be strong.
But no one said that
You can be weak sometimes.
To let a tear fall in a strong embrace.
Time heals.
That's what I've been told since I was a kid.
But I don't like any of them.
He said it was a lie.
The pain goes away, but the heart
wounded forever.
Live like everyone else.
They've been telling me since I was a baby.
And not one of them is not
He said be yourself.
Blows to the face, to the ribs
from the foot.
That's what it means to be yourself..
Love those who are approved
People.
Convulsively suggested those who
they live a double life themselves..
but still on their feet.
Gusts of wind no longer knock down.
I am who I am now.
I spit in hypocritical faces..
And who can tell me that I'm wrong?