Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/16/poesia-vergogna/
It seems I should be ashamed,
of my feelings, of my way,
of my regrets,
of my steps.
This life full of worries,
just in the moment you can’t promise.
It seems I can’t feel something,
they say that is wrong,
how could I be strong?
Isolation it’s the only option,
I’m in bad state and motion.
I should go away, but I’ve stayed
I don’t know if I’m changed,
maybe not better, I’m afraid.
Restrained and renegade.
It doesn’t matter the time,
I still loved with no crime.
Nothing wrong with it,
It almost seems I’m the bad guy,
just for being a friend, oh my!
Now I can’t express myself,
i’m in prison as a slave,
And as one, I want to go away,
break free from this cave.
I did nothing wrong,
I don’t want to feel bad for my love.
Like it’s a bad thing,
I’m tired, I don’t want to justify,
I just want to fly.
Giving every relationship, a fucking limit
And a name, overcritic.
It’s all so wrong and I think it’s not me…
I’m just climing this changing tree.