By now,
my best friend,
it’s me.
I miss someone who
Do believe in me?
Here I am.
I miss someone
To love,
to love me?
Here I am.
I,
I’m my best friend.
I am what it tells me
Who can do it.
I am the one who decides,
that can have
what he wants.
I am what they say,
what MUST be said,
that we deserve
exactly,
what others say,
that we don’t deserve.
I,
I am a father,
I am a son,
I am a lover,
I am a brother,
a sister,
of myself.
Nobody wants it
Do, for me.
So here I am.
I decide,
in this world
that I can have
what I want.
I decide my dreams
And goals,
I never give up.
I want to decide,
The best for me.
That I,
I’m sick of it,
to be a loser.
What has been put,
on the fringes of society.
I want my dreams,
I want to take them from those who have them,
without deserving them.
I will also be my God,
if necessary.
I was told,
that I am too ambitious.
But I believe
To be the only one
With the balls,
to have an ambition.
Who the fuck you say
who the fuck decides,
how much am i worth?
Only me.
Am I worth less than others?
Absolutely not.
I will be my best friend,
the only one that is said
these things.
The only one,
who really believes it.
The rest,
and all the others,
fuck off.
Bless.
Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/07/10/poesiail-mio-migliore-amico/
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