Italian version here:https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/03/08/poesia-ostacoli/
Nothing else but obstales, walls…
I’m locked up.
In this life all I’ve seen, was that.
never happy… Somehow something blocked the way,
to happiness, to freedom.
Now it’s happenning again.
Ita lmost seems life hates me,
why can’t happen as I want for once?
Why am I always misunderstood?
WellI can’t seem to be as I’m supposed to.