Something about me
I put a risk on me
turned out in tears,
being miserable or something.
Things that happens
makes me sad,
but sometimes
I don’t know how to feel.
Because of that,
i’m talking here.
Because this is not my language.
It’s a way to escape,
from Spanish,
from reality,
from the known me.
Nothing, nothing, nothing
nothing at all
can change the past.
