My World.

I have not written as I wrote before.
I have not smiled as I smiled before.
I have not ignored as I ignored before.
And all this hurts inside, this stolen heart.

I have spoken, and nothing works.
I have cried, and nobody cares.
I have yelled, and I still have not found my freedom.

I have been searching for my own paradise,
For my greatest inspiration, lost, like me,

in this world which I do not recognize anymore.


P.S. I adored the both versions I did of this thought/poem. So I posted the two versions: in portuguese and in english.