There's something wrong
in me that
I don't understand
It's better to
stay and be
apart
I am voluntarily
denying the social
life because it
is very combative
I'm exaggerated in
everything I do
or I dream
I'm wrong but
I always be
myself
There isn't a
real place for
me because I
feel impatient
Sometimes I fear
my shadow and
my presence when
I'm all alone
Sometimes I have
difficulties to stay
calm and have
ideas for something
creative
My pain is
too big and
dramatic to support
and share
I have cherished
everyday from pain
and pure suffering
I have many
doubt and unnecessary
worry so I
don't sleep very
well
I have a
lot of melancholy
so I am
wrong in any
place
I'm scared to
be alone and
to be with
people
I'm not wrong
in my world
because in it
I'm alone and
perfect
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