Inexistent me
Absence as wish
Expectations in me
I wanted to exist
Feel something at least
Have the need of desiring
Contradictions, ironies
Ingredients of my life
Me, myself and I
Nauseated of this core
Must unleash my sores
Screeeeeaaaam
Yet
the sound doesn't affect
Anyone
Like I do
People just want to
Be themselves
I'm invisible to my own reflex
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem