These tears of mine

I hate them badly,

when are coming dancing.

All the way

down in my face,

just to manipulate,

as a pretty girl

who wants a Barbie

that nobody sells.

Let me speak clearly!

Don't play with them.

Oh please! Get some mercy!

Just let me be myself.

You want to be free,

I want to be the same!

But yours and my freedom

are so different that scare.

I want the good for both.

You want the same for me.

Let them see my face

with the color black

staring at them.

Don't be a bomb of time,

That miserable makes me feel.

You make feel alive.

As no one makes me has,

but understand I want to fight!

And you can't change that.

I want to tell them

how I feel

without having you 

screaming out of my face.

BUT YOU! You...!

You think you wear heels,

that no one will tell you "stop."

But how do you think I feel

having you sinking me like a rock?

We both want to be happy!

Is not like it's wrong,

but yours and my way to be happy

are to far to be done.