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Seduced by a Small Voice
I would like to know why it started
That out of nowhere I see nothing.
I'm so alone in my thoughts
And my ideas dominate me all the time
The mirror and food don't go together.
I just start eating and my world ends.
All I desire is to be accepted,
When did I stop loving myself?
That I want that thinness so much,
And I destroy everything at once,
All my life I've wanted to be someone I couldn't be,
That girl so perfect.
Alone and empty, lost in agony,
Silent and fearful without being able to stop this person who,
Inside me, I possess, and it is not letting me be myself
Shame and guilt just destroy my soul
That I can’t be calm
I feel like I’m dying and yet I can't.
If only I remembered what trust was
And in the same way, peace will return
I just have to believe
And in God have faith.
Interrupted my innocence
For that cruel friend,
dressed in lies
That I believed her day by day
Thinking that one day I would feel accepted.
We are in the same space going to the same side.
I close my mind to the truth and only believe in your truth
You have me close and I just want to escape
But no matter how hard I try, you're always there
And in a way, you won't leave . . .
I try to pray and I don't know how
I try to learn but I can't understand
How much pain is there
In such a small heart.
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This work of art has sentimental value for me because, in this writing, I spilled the truth that I hide behind my conscience and that, sadly, many other young people like me suffer.