Where did I go?
The child that I was
At 8 or 10 years old
Indeed I did grow
More vivid are my thoughts
My mind is a world
In which my identity is lost
Where is that boy
Spontaneous and filled with joy
Yet was that ever the case
Because I cant remember those days
I dont remember a smile that didn't stand
On pain and torture yet under demand
I cant picture a time
When I was undoubtedly happy with my life
Even in these lines I'm unaware of this I
This me
That lives feels and breaths
I can't imagine my self
Except in my dreams
I don't work for this world and I'm afraid that I'm self destructing
It seems like every step I take is like an experiment I'm inducting
I don't understand the words I hear
Further than the response I give
yet I ponder upon the ideas
as if I depended on that to live
They keep telling me to improve
and I know that I should
Hut how can I if Im trapped in this room
Within which lies a realm which I haven't fully understood
It aches me that I dont believe
the words that I say
yet im not lying
But nothing feels real even my faith
I know that I'm not special
but I wish I could see
people suffering like me
Just out of curiosity
To understand this disease
A mirror into my soul
Is what this poetry is
And it still seems unclear
Even like this
I have struggled and fought
To find a concluding thought
Then I realized that I can never
Because a verse is born from every single endeavor
And My life is this poem
That will never end
Even after my death
It will continue in heaven or hell
