Admire my figure moving fast.
I can't control what's inside your mind.
Admire me, losing what I called ugly inside my soul.
The heavy moments I had stuck on repeat dissapear.
Admire me, or, just stare me in disgust.
I'm less then what you thought I was suppose to be and more then what I could ever be.
I got two pretty skates on my feet, moving forward, fast as I like to go.
I'm so angry, so I move fast for letting this anger getting out from my mind.
Filled with emotions that I find so hard to control.
Inside my head the memories come up without control.
My blurred vision and the public pitying me.
I was nothing more then fragile.
I cried in front of people I didn't want to show any part of myself, I cried so hard that my tears got stuck on my face.
Causing me to have dark circles under the eyes.
I never cried in front of people I wanted to show what my feelings were, unable to show any part of myself until what's wrong explode, I went crying for some minutes, praying to stop fast enough.
And I move still, coordination is not my thing, it seems.
I'm fragile as I don't want to be and enough strong to still standing in front of you, passionately hate me, I wonder for what.
And I skate, on this ice able to crash and makes me fall.
Getting used to I just go ahead, the feeling of danger that I can't get rid of are following me as I move
As I love, carefull knowledging the nature of this world.
Careful catching attention, changing from any type of angles.
I'm just the reflection you need to see of yourself for you.
The eyes starring me, fading as I get focus on myself.
The eyes, kind enough to reflect mine.
Reflection under me, it's just myself and I.
Safe inside this body I own.
Safe inside this world I can't run from.
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Called home
Poesíawhat do you call home? a place, a person or a memory? maybe a song, a picture still inside your room... maybe them all, maybe nothing can let yourself feel calm enough to call it home. A lot of different scenarios with different experiences, what w...
