Al Olvido

It's been a while since I find it hard to speak,
like a fear of not knowing how to be
where others ask me to be,
fear of I'm not sure what...
And every day I believe a little more
that age is making us silent,
I no longer say nonsense just to talk,
I'm scared of what they think of me...
To oblivion,
all that I have learned,
if what I keep in the drawer
is going to hurt me so much,
I give it to oblivion,
every single moment
that I carried inside until today,
I don't want them with me,
I give them to oblivion.
I thought that growing older
would give you more control,
at least in my case it's not like that,
there are things I still can't say.
And people passing by confuse me.
Panic at meeting someone
and having to stop to say hello.
I can't think of what to say.
To oblivion,
all that I have learned,
if what I keep in the drawer
is going to hurt me so much,
I give it to oblivion,
every single moment
that I carried inside until today,
I don't want them with me...
I'm going to leave them here
while I go out for a walk,
someone will take them away
and maybe when I come back
they might not be here anymore...
And I'll go alone down the alley
hiding from others.
Maybe no one will see me run...