It seems - #Versato

It’s not what it seems
but what then?

How am I supposed to know
what the hell is reality
when all my leaves
have left me?

Who can really pretend
to see me smiling
when I’m completely drowned
under my own swamp?

I’m off.
I’m over.

Stop throwing dead flowers
to my stinky stage,
lights are already turned down
and make-up has gone away.

I’m so tired of illusions,
of pretending to be
I don’t know who
trying to get
I don’t care what.

It’s off.
It’s over.

There is no tree without big roots
and mine have been stolen.

Fotografía por María Blázquez (Hebe)