El Hambre Invisible

In my mental core,
There's a beastly blockage,
And from my city,
Only sometimes do I remember my south.
That's my identity,
Russian dolls that never end.
An unreal labyrinth, where only one voice guided me, it was you.

You wanted to show me to the outside.
You illusionist, a big mistake.
You said 'nobody listens here,
And even less see us,
If they keep ignoring us they will know,
That one day we will attack in the form of an avalanche.
Why is it so hard for us to change our attitude?'

And I generated more tension,
And I tied myself in unheard-of oppression,
When I started to notice,
An inhuman desire towards you.
I searched for the will and also a plan,
To break my security dams,
But before deciding to speak,
I chose a low flight to escape from your radar.

My horror mechanism,
Swallowed my tension again.
I sense that if I speak it will be once,
And as much as I have endured like this,
I won't do it well.
I don't put in effort or shed more light
Why is it so hard for me to change my attitude?

Like a fractal dream,
I would like to explode,
Millions of sounds
That could expand a 'thank you' to you.
It would be a big step further,
For humanity,
To show my hidden face to others.
Be attitude. More attitude. More attitude.

It's like when you dream that no one sees you.
And you keep giving clues, in case someday...
And I know it won't work if we are without being.
The invisible hunger in its shield of skin.