Mi Demente

With what reasons?, with what criteria
Was I condemned as crazy?
Don't laugh at me, take me seriously,
Maybe you'll learn a little
I am what you see, I am the mirror,
A coin in the air
I am the reflection of your miseries,
I can be everyone or no one

I am much more than what stands out
I will hide what you think I lack
I have it here
I am not an example, I am not the norms,
Not a slave, not a saint
I am the model that deforms,
I do as I please

I am much more than what stands out
I will hide what you think I lack
I have it here
What are you hiding, don't suffer anymore
What are you hiding, don't suffer anymore
The attacker sees the hours that don't move
The body sleeps, the mind doesn't rest