Sometimes you look at me with an angry expression
And you think “What a jerk”,
while I think “What a pity”.
When you throw me the worst you’ve got
I only see you throwing yourself into doom
And rising hate inside of you
Just as a spiky tree stubbing your heart.
Wake up, ‘cause I’m not your mirror.
And see the truth, ‘cause I’m not your answer.
Just don’t be afraid of facing yourself,
And be prepared for what may come after.
Don’t you wanna feel the joy of truth?
And stand against the sadness of reality?
Because, if you haven’t realized yet
Your wrath is not hurting me at all
It’s just killing you.
So, you’d better go ahead
Breathe deeply while closing your eyes,
And go tell the world:
THIS IS WHO I AM
Esta es mi primera poesía en inglés, para mí es un buen comienzo I guess.