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I was so repressed,

so worried,

so unexpressed.

You talk to me,

I’m not impressed.

If I stay like that

I’m more depressed.


I’m so tired

To repress my emotions,

my feelings, my sensations.

And I stil l trust them,

with all the “GOOD INTENTIONS”.

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#Poetry:”Pessimist’s Optimism”.

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I’m optimisitic,

but pretty pessimist.

Whan I don’t see optmistic things happen.

I’m kinda in a mist,

I know.

I don’t rely on hope,

too abstract, to create a rope.

What Can I do, then?
can I foce? Nope.

Maybe I could ask the Pope.

I hope everything could get better:
“is not that bad”; I say to myself,

but I know the first thing, and the latter.

So what Can I say?
Do I live hoping for the best,

or expecting the worst?

It always ahppens at the same time,

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#Poetry:”Love Yourself”.

Ita version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/24/poesiaama-te-stesso/


So, just love yourself.

Can you do that?
I know, I’ve done some mistakes,

a lot.

I had to endure the pressure to take,

on my heart, on my brain.

And it’s real, not fake.

For so long, I was about to break.

But then I’ve got it:

I know nobody’s perfect,

so no love is.

I can try my  best,

for this love: imperfect.

Love yourself, then:

with all your flaws,

and with all that grows.

I’m sure you can,

I’m sure you will,

this is my will,

I feel love, still,

and I don’t care, for anything else,

nothing else to fill.

I will stop my judgment,

I’m living the moment.

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