Un diario dislexico

I'm an iceberg There's so much more that your eyes can't see Two girls walk into a party The one that gets noticed isn't me I'm holding on But barely, plagued by teenage popularity It's a terrible feeling being the ghost on the wall That's always disappearing 'Cause I wanna be somebody to someone But it all is starting to blur like a dream Burn the sash and smash that tiara No that's not me I'll never be prom queen I'm wandering I weave my way But dancing in hopes that the cool kids will ask me to stay I'm invisible to bright lights Just standing on the side line waiting for a standing ovation That I know just isn't mine 'Cause I wanna be somebody to someone But it all is starting to blur like a dream Burn the sash and smash that tiara No that's not me I'll never be prom queen No that's not me I'll never be prom queen It's okay, it's okay I'll convince myself it's overrate...

It is in the small things we see it. The child's first step, as awesome as an earthquake. The first time you rode a bike, wallowing up the sidewalk. The first spanking when your heart went on a journey all alone. When they called you crybaby or poor or fatty or crazy and made you into an alien, you drank their acid and concealed it. Later, if you faced the death of bombs and bullets you did not do it with a banner, you did it with only a hat to comver your heart. You did not fondle the weakness inside you though it was there. Your courage was a small coal that you kept swallowing. If your buddy saved you and died himself in so doing, then his courage was not courage, it was love; love as simple as shaving soap. Later, if you have endured a great despair, then you did it alone, getting a transfusion from the fire, picking the scabs off your heart, then wringing it out like a sock. Next, my kinsman, you powdered your sorrow, you gave it a back rub and then you covered it with a bla...

Struggle coming here, It is a victory being here, Not really... I don't want to be here... I don't want to recognize that he passed away... I am able to find him in the supermarket... In my mind, he still around This week someone asks me to think about the saddess moment in my life and the only thing came to my mind, you in the hospital bed. Our last conversation, our last laughs, our last hug... Daddy, I miss you so much, I wish to have you around for more time, I lose you for 19 years and for one week, only for one week I was able to meet you again... I am not able to be selfish...I wish you the best and I know it was the best for you...but not for my heart and my mind.... I am keeping the mask, my frustration, my pain.... I don't want to feel sorry for my self, I feel like a needle go in my heart and I need to protect it every single time because it is not possible to think I am so stupid to believe you will come back. You will not be able to be at my weddin...

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