No other one

Did you ever have to turn your head far up to the corner,
until you tweak your neck,
pretend to be distrated,
to save your face,
while being openly insulted in the street,
if only your ears could be shut with tiny flaps,
on command.

In a moment of aggression,
being able to break down all senses instantly.

I'm asking,
did you ever have to pretend you were rightfully elsewhere
while a couple of persons were shouting at you coarse words,
but you even saw it coming,
from down the alley,
and you say to your pals,
which were walking that street with you
and thought to bring light on what happened

"Really! Did those suckers said that?!".

But with a false surprise,
pretending to be strong,
inside,
that if you had heard
you would have saved your integrity as a human being
in a dignified way.

But the words,
and the laughters,
hit you under the sight of all.

And alcool,
and youth,
isn't an excuse.

In that moment you attempt to ignore you were stoned,
tied
at a stake of undisguised truth,
right in the heart of your humanity.

I'm begining to question
who's wrong
and who's right,
who belongs where,
and who doesn't belong anywhere,
this is not an accident,
and pretending i could exist,
more than anything,
makes me want to cry.

Disapear.

To put things how it must be,
all in the right order.