Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/02/poesiacome-vivere-la-mia-vita/
How to live my life,
everybody just know the right thing,
for me it’s still a mystery,
keep running this battery,
to write my history,
to do my mastery…
But hey, everybody knows what is true,
for me, I still have no clue…
How do they know? Maybe just a lie,
maybe this is their sweet pie?
This i show they tie?
Maybe I’m too shy,
or this is not my way to live, or to die,
neither my way to cry.
I seek for the truth,
While I still live in my youth,
I don’t care about what you think,
this is my start, my root,
I will grown, into a tree, nice and smooth…
Y’all really know what to do?
OR it’s somehting you just say to you?
Nobody can really say how to live better?
How can I go futher,
Do I hide in my shelter,
Or Am I a new kinf of monster?
So weird to live like that, for many people,
maybe they did never try, I make it double,
try, for some time, just a couple,
Try to get out of trouble.
No one cna know the truth about my life,
except for me, I have the key, I have the knife.