My place,
I want to decide it,
I want to choose it.
Rather,
I’m the one to decide.
They tell me I’m not able,
but exactly,
who are they to decide?
These people,
that they should love me,
but how much do they help, seriously?
Very little, perhaps.
I don’t see why,
I should have less than what I deserve,
in addition,
I don’t see why it has to be someone else,
to decide it.
It’s always me,
that I decide.
And I don’t care
Nothing else.
The advice they give us,
we never listen to them …
At this point,
it is better never to look for it.
Maybe you risk going crazy,
among all these
opinions …
At bottom,
who cares?
I believe that
Everyone just need,
to feel safe.
I’m not feeling safe,
very less often,
and too infrequently.
But my place in the world,
it’s up to me.
That I have already said it
Many times:
I’m tired of being satisfied,
definitely deserve
More.
I deserve to decide,
my place in the world.
Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/07/03/poesiail-mio-posto-nel-mondo/
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