Category : Poems

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I ended up lost in the middle of a mess called life,

 In the middle of a death called life,

That I don't even recognize as mine,

There is no street sign to know where I am.
I don't know who to ask about my true self, 

I feel like I'm living several lives at once,

 Over and over again,

 Over and over again many times. 
  I came to hate myself and love strangers, 

Those who leave at my first "hello", 

Those who pretend to be sorry

 After seeing me crying in a corner 

Writing a poem for them...
I have lost the thread of success,

 I am a stranger even to myself,

 Sometimes I treat myself badly 

By putting myself below others.