Who will tell me the truth
am small
so small I could fit in an ants nest,
but everyone is lying,
to protect me?
people who their childhood is gone
people who their values are gone
tell who can I trust
my father who stands
with weak legs
my mother when she is crying
with a smile
TELL ME
WHO
am alone
and I start to like it
Sep 10, 2021
Sep 10, 2021 at 8:30 AM UTC
Who will tell me the truth
am small
so small I could fit in an ants nest,
but everyone is lying,
to protect me?
people who their childhood is gone
people who their values are gone
tell who can I trust
my father who stands
with weak legs
my mother when she is crying
with a smile
TELL ME
WHO
am alone
and I start to like it
Request permission to use this poem