Before my eyes, smiles that you do not see.
The world disappears, your eyes do not move...
Hell is before you.
You try to hide what is everywhere, pretending not to know...
Your mirror reflects only the misleading image that you always wanted to have.
See how people see you is lying to yourself. It is to face reality ...
False situations packed by the fear, only to defend your identity.
In the mirror the man seeks confirmation of the image that creates of himself...
The perverse mirror that forces the change between 'me' and 'me' even.
In the light of your conscience, your existence is a lie...
You're looking for eyes that follow you, only to confirm your personality.
One frozen image, a dead branch that the fire will burn...
Hoping someone to save you from your own depths and then to break free.
Fighting with a clean face is overcoming the distrust and prove your honesty...
It is winning the war against everything and everyone only with truths...
And keep alive the flame that warms your heart.
Your mirror reflects only the misleading image that you always wanted to have...
Written by Willian Vailate
Written by Willian Vailate
Nenhum comentário:
Postar um comentário
O autor deste blog reserva a si o direito de não publicar comentários que firam a lei, a ética ou quaisquer outros princípios da boa convivência. Não serão aceitos comentários anônimos ou que envolvam crimes de calúnia, ofensa, falsidade ideológica ou invasão de privacidade pessoal / familiar a qualquer pessoa. Comentários sobre assuntos que não são tratados aqui também poderão ser suprimidos. Este é um espaço público e coletivo e merece ser mantido limpo para o bem-estar de todos nós.