They're not using the same filters
They don't have the same eyes
But he wonders who locked them in those same creepy minds
Endless battles starting in crowded places
He loses his consciousness and disappears from their gazes
Several internal wars he can't escape
Seeking for something that could change his fate
He could be graceful if they'd let him be
There's beauty in him which no one sees
Expressing through poems cannot heal him anymore
Now he cries everyday standing on a new gruesome shore
He wishes he could go back to his same day everyday
Waiting for the rocks that would never come near
At least he had different people to see
And different voices to hear
YOU ARE READING
Falling through purple words
Költészet(...) These were the satellite's pictures that I saw All the little stars that disappear, I draw The planets, the stars, the scars No pause As I watched the falling girl with no flaws
