G.B. Vico Junior High School English Class
The sky falls down on the house,
the sun gets dark
and brings along the depth of the night.
I reached the dark eye
of the deep end.
My soul is getting weak
a heart in my hand.
I cannot fight against myself
I can’t even stand up, and take control.
Looking at myself in the mirror
I feel observed.
Talk, watch
listen and touch
an imperfect smile,
a real flaw?
In those gloomy eyes
I could find myself
and I was crying.
Fireflies, butterflies
yellow, red and green,
catching them is hard
but if you catch one, you will never be defeated.
But motionless I am, opposite the mirror
Staring at my own flaws.
I am alone in my room
nobody knows me
I feel sad,
wet and salty tears on my face
I am who I am.
I am shy, sad, sensitive
I wonder who loves me,
I hear people talking behind my back
I think I am ugly
I want to change,
I am shy, sad, sensitive.
All covered with snow
at the foot of the mountain.
Up above the grey sky
loses its color,
as the sun goes down.