Image.

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Maybe it's all about creating an image,
Pretend to be something you are not,
Smile and wave on stage,
Live expressing who you are not.

And when I entered the forest in the darkness I thought about it,
When I entered a new institute for the fourth time I thought about it,
When I believed a theory, which was good, but I overlooked it, I thought about it,
When I falsified who I was, and lost my essence, in exchange for experimenting, I thought about it.

When they told us we will do the Ouija,
"Do not fall into the temptation of the devil" they said,
But I broke the fourth wall with the intention of still watching,
That of understanding when dying in soul.

All this to create an image of myself to be showing to the world,
To have a destiny that takes away the rage of feeling that I should.

The Poem Book That Shouldn't Be Seen [P1: If It Goes Up, Must Come Down]Onde as histórias ganham vida. Descobre agora