And i hate it
I hate it
When all they see
When they look at me
Is someone fragile and weak
But they don't see
No, they don't see
The hell i've been through
They don't see
The ocean i've crossed
The mountains i've climbed
They didn't see me bleed
So how dare they judge me
From the outside
To think that if i'm polite
Then i'm blind
Then i'm naive
They didn't see me fly
They didn't see me jump from the roof
Have faith in a shooting star the night i almost sinked, when water was in my lungs and i couldn't breathe
They didn't see me
Didn't see me
They don't see me
Don't see me for who i really am.
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l'arte di accogliere il sole
PoetryQueste raccolte di poesie rappresentano e sono la testimonianza del mio percorso di guarigione interiore. Il titolo rappresenta lo scopo stesso di questo processo, accogliere il bello che la vita ha da offrire, concentrandosi sul positivo e lasciar...
