This is the English version of this one, go check it out: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/06/16/poesiaporto-pesi-sul-cuore/
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I carry weights on my heart,
I’m still trying to do my part,
now, I’m so torn apart,
I want to restart.
I live with those weights,
Somettimes, faults are baits,
For who doesn’t want the bitter plates,
who runs from debates.
Everything feels so monocromathic,
everything feels so static.
As watching the world,
only on one colour.
I carry my pain,
with honor.
Does this make me,
more manly,
or nothing is so mainly?
Perhaps everything is.
And I understand,
you can’t run from what you have inside,
you keep going,
Creating the bright side.
This is my place,
when no one comes in,
no one enters,
fuck y’all,
I son’t surrender,
Even if I’m so tender,
here, I keep my center.