Confused, upset, expectant,
the flower that withered years ago is found.
A storm of thoughts floods your mind,
to the point of leaving her without the ability to reason.
Everything has to be black or white, there are no grays for her.
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Impatient, with some anger towards herself, she remains silent.
His inner cry is so strong that it doesn’t let him see further.
Solutions, yes. But what is the problem?
Investigate, introspect what it is,
of why it has come to earth and what its function is.
He doesn’t agree with anything, he doesn’t agree.
It is difficult for him to enjoy things,
That is why he chooses the easy path: self-destruction.
Annihilator of ideas and people,
expert manipulator,
He cries, he cries silently because he cannot be found.
She tries to know herself and fails.
You don’t allow yourself a few seconds to know what you like,
what he does not like.
The things I should do.
How he hates that word, duty.
I should do this, that.
He is not capable of making decisions autonomously.
Live in a parallel reality
that doesn’t let you see the world as it is.
In this reality he is at ease, comfortable.
But he knows he has to get out of that comfort zone,
face what life throws at you.
Keep crying, silent.
He doesn’t speak.
She feels sad, alone, tired.
He has thrown the sword to the ground,
His eyes don’t let him see anymore.
He is getting weaker and weaker.
It’s hard for him to ask for help,
but surely he is one of the people who need it the most.
His emotions move between mountain peaks,
It is chaotic, disorderly, a borderline.
He has no idea what phrases he creates in his deranged head.
He is not consistent with his actions,
it demands and demands and becomes even more anarchic.
He doesn’t allow reason to enter his brain.
He distorts, observes his surroundings with an empty gaze,
full of frustration and helplessness.
He idealizes, how he likes to idealize.
He asks himself questions, thousands of questions,
about everything.
About existence, about your role in this world.
Why are we here? What is our function?
What do others expect me to do? What do I expect?
Questions without answers that create even more disappointment.
Loneliness takes over her,
She feels misunderstood by everything around her.
The questions remain unanswered,
It is repeated over and over again if one day he will get out of this.
Meanwhile there it is still, surviving,
looking through the window
and listening to the birds singing
and watching how the breeze caresses the bushes
at the same time that helplessness invades her.