Not hiding from, but embellishing

reality was a game I played since three. 

In my head and on the paper

I hated the judgement from Teacher since five. 

Books built walls to protect 

from the negaivities of reality since seven. 

Then it turned towards melody:

I've wanted to be a rockstar since eleven. 

Dragons, magic, and heartbreak-

I've been free to write since thirteen. 

The first characters I loved have lived

because I've breathed life into them since fifteen. 


"And it was at that age... Poetry arrived

in search of me" 

with Pablo Neruda riding on its back. 

Pure expression and "pure wisdom 

of someone who knows nothing" 

wrapped me in its blanket 

and threw its paint on my canvas. 

"And it was at that age" 

I became the artist in charge

of seeing the picture

in the mess of words and colored thought. 

Black turned to Yellow.


I've been happy since fifteen. 

I've been a writer since thirteen. 

I've been an artist since eleven. 

I've been a fansastic since seven. 

I've been a fighter since five. 

I've been a dreamer since three. 

I'm all of these things at sixteen.


I've been me since sixteen. 


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