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

My Truth

The clouds went black
the sea got unsteady
and for what reason
just to tell me to live
i could end right now
my blood would slowly
turn the sea red 
and when my spirit eventually
leave my tired vessel 
it will paint the clouds blue
so others can l...