𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖇𝖊𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖜𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝕴 𝖆𝖒 𝖗𝖚𝖓𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒

I walked straight through a world that limps, Eyes open, but no one sees. I said, "Why hate when you can lend a hand?" But they laughed in my face; it's my daily life. I saw clearly, too clearly, in the human shadows, In the yeses that are no, in the peace full of hatred. I shouted into the void, the words ricocheted, As if the truth were disturbing. The world twists like a sheet in the wind, And I, gently, become transparent. I hear them talking, everywhere, all the time, Words filling their mouths, but emptiness within. And the more they talk, the more silent I become, As if my mind wants to drift away. I become what I flee, A shattered reflection in a silent rain. From seeing the world upside down, It's me who tips... into hell. They said "love thy neighbor," but struck their own, They praised the light, their hands full of venom. I counted the masks, I lost my mind, Every smile hid a bayonet. One day, I no longer knew if I was alive, Or just a reflection among the passersby. I spoke to myself, then to the walls, then to God, But God only answers with hollow silences. I hear them talking, everywhere, all the time, Words filling their mouths, but emptiness within. And the more they talk, the more silent I become, As if my mind wants to drift away. I become what I flee, A shattered reflection in a silent rain. From seeing the world upside down, It's me who tips... into hell. They told me: "Think for yourself," then: "Shut up." "You are free," but only if you stay on the straight and narrow. I see hatred disguised as justice, And executioners showered with delights. I lose my bearings, my sense of self, my voice, I no longer know if I'm thinking... or if it's them inside me. I speak to silence, I laugh for no reason, I feel like I have a second home in my head. I hear voices without mouths, Cold judgments, truths in cartridges. Logic fades, pain takes hold, And reason, slowly, slips away. I hear them talking, everywhere, all the time, Flexible truths, complacent judges. And the louder they shout, the more I bend, A little more each day, I forget myself. I become what I flee, A specter in the crowd, a silent scream. From enduring their absurdities, I've cracked... There's someone... here, inside me. He talks when I sleep, he laughs a little too much. He says: "Let it go, become like them. You'll see, madness... makes you happy." So I look at them, and I smile, I say yes to everything, I say yes to the night. I stopped fighting, I stopped shouting, I became... what they wanted.