lost yourself?

„every day of life
is like a true nightmare.
If you hadn't bad dreams at night
you wake up and go
through one of them.

Having no breakfast
leaving home
appearing on the street.
The grey, loveless street
with this hated society.

You needn't to look at them
as you know
they are staring at you.
Knowing what you are.
Hating you so much
that their glance is hurting
on your skin.

You keep on going
trying to ignore them.
Trying to ignore their words.
-these hated, hurting words-
you keep on going,
suddenly a stop;
they are in front of you.

Your eyes closed
your mind sharp.
„what is life supposed to be?“
you ask yourself.
„will i ever be able
to love or be loved?“

your body starts to shiver
your blood feels cold.
Your soul feels trapped.
Trapped by them
catched by the society
captured by something
called life...

it's like your soul
is trapped inside
a bottle of glass.
You can see everything
but can't do anything.
And the worst thing is
it's getting smaller and tighter
and you can't breath anymore...

you wake up
from your thoughts.
Raising your head
looking into the eyes
of your enemies.

A little smile goes
over your face.
Just for a second or more.
Small tears running
out of your eyes.

You make a step forward
thinking again of your life.
„life is cruel!
And if you lose control,
you lose yourself.
Have i lost myself, too?
…
yes...i have“

and the last thing
you can remember
is the pain of
being striked
by the others.
missing the warm
and unknown feeling
of being loved by someone“
(neotu)

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