Ídolo de muchos, maestro de pocos

I think I have a problem with egotism
'Cause I don't fight against others, I compete with myself
It's been over three years since I pulled myself from the abyss
Thanks to a strong intellectualism

Since I was 17, I've poured my life into verses
Aware that I've birthed the most twisted poems
Since I suffered from a mental illness since childhood
That I captured in about 200 works with great consistency

I gathered thousands of followers back in the day
Who had my same disorder or something similar
'Cause my listening was company in their torment
They felt completely identified with me

At 22, I embarked on an exodus
I managed to heal at 23 and showed them the method
But for most of those who followed me back then
It was easier to use it as an excuse than as an example

They long for the wasteland where I built this temple
How absurd that they deny the views I now behold
Stay down there, defeatists with dead souls
I did my part and left the door open for you

If you prefer to turn a blind eye to what I show today
How is it that you still call me a teacher?
Following the example of my dark times is futile
It's taking lessons from the cries of a weak man

Those who know me are amazed by my mental strength
If you knew what I went through, kid
To reach this level of emotional management
But you can keep thinking it's a natural gift

I built this stability with great skill
But you care more about a story than the reality
I'm the happiest man I've ever seen, and I feel so much
That I've forgotten what sadness and boredom are

They say I'm a pretty cold guy, maybe that's true
From thinking so much, I've suppressed the confusion
I feel more alive every day, though I'm more dead
Knowing that time is running out keeps me awake

And even though mentally I've become so strong
I still have a thousand things to overcome, luckily
I still have, for example, a fear of death
And now more than ever, since my time in this world amuses me

I know I won't fear seeing you
That in a few years, I'll laugh at the thought of being inert
When the chill of reason frees me
From what today are chains, as this fear warns me

But if they speculate that it will go better for them this way
They can stick to my inferior version from before
If I had written works at 5, probably
More than one listener would take them as gospel

But don't get me wrong, please
It doesn't mean my old works have lost value
But that now they've gained a greater one
By showing themselves as constituents of a superior form

New works don't contradict them
There's no room for substitution in addition
Since I owe my current position to that journey
Its itinerary composes the expansion of my vision

Every change contributes, it doesn't cut the extent
Eternal is my construction no matter what happens
There's no phase that's dispensable in evolution
To reach the peak, you have to climb from the base

I know I won't fear seeing you
That in a few years, I'll laugh at the thought of being inert
When the chill of reason frees me
From what today are chains, as this fear warns me