I can't stop being a disaster.
Exactly the way they think I am.
I cannot be more than this disappointment.
They'd wanna me to be better and so would I.
But god knows I tried.
I've realized that I am guilty for all the pain I suffered and they suffered.
But in the other hand I understand that I am who I am.
And I can't pretend to be the perfect son.
Just because I am not and neither they are.
I don't know if they tried or keep trying.
All I know is that I can't give them what they want.
I just can give 'em sadness and disappointment.
All the things they say, all the words and the faces... it just kill me inside.
I feel like I am the worst son in the whole world.
God knows how I feel.
And I just don't know if they're right.
Maybe I am the worst son.
Maybe I am that motherfuckin' boy who doesn't care about parentes and life.
But the thing is, I love them. I am!
But I love in my own way. With my own words and faces.
They can't understand and they shouldn't.
But they must believe and they must feel it as I do.
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Body and Soul
PoetryI can name every person in those lines I wrote . And I can also name dates and feelings I had. What makes really difficult to name is why the gift was given to me and why I chose not to run straight to the end instead of being here. Sharing this par...
