This poem I dedicated to Nic W
Sometimes I realize
This life I have to live
And in one point I recognize
The shit I have to breathe
My life is not so great
My life is not so good
Some day with suicide
I’ll try to fix it up
No fairy tale, none magical
No dreams come to live
No charmed prince, not a big house
In loneliness I have to die
A broken home
I’m bankrupt
My father’s gone
My mom is nut
I wonder why?
This life to me
I think someone up there
Is hating me
Then I wake up
And I’m aware
That I’ve got all the chance
To change my life
To change my dreams
To be just who I want….
Michael Vinicio Camacho Menéndez
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/under-rug-swept/
