Clarisse

I'm tired of being vilified
Misunderstood and discarded
Who says they understand me never wanted to know

That boy was admitted to a clinic
They say due to lack of attention from friends, memories
Of dreams that are sad and inert
Like an immobile hourglass, it doesn't move
Doesn't work, doesn't move

And Clarisse is locked in the bathroom
And makes marks on her body with her small pocket knife
Lying in a corner, her ankles bleed
And the pain is less than it seems
When she cuts herself she forgets
That it's impossible to have calm and strength in life

Living in pain, what no one understands
Trying to be strong at every sunrise
One of her friends is already gone
When another police occurrence
No one understands me, don't look at me like that
With this good Samaritan look
Fulfilling your duty as if I were sick
As if all this pain were different or nonexistent

Nothing exists for me, don't try
You don't know and don't understand

And when the antidepressants
And tranquilizers no longer work
Clarisse knows that madness is present
And feels the strange essence of death
But she knows this emptiness very well

From time to time it's a new treatment
But the world always remains the same
The fear of returning home at night
The men who rub themselves disgustingly
On the way to and from school
The lack of hope and torment
Knowing that nothing is fair and little is certain
And that we are destroying the future
And that evil is always close by

The violence and injustice that exists
Against all girls and women
A world where truth is the opposite
And joy no longer has an address

Clarisse is locked in her room
With her records and books, her fatigue
I am a bird
They lock me in the cage
And expect me to sing as before
I am a bird
They lock me in the cage
But one day I manage to exist
And I will fly the most beautiful path
Clarisse is only 14 years old