I don’t believe anything that
I’m told anymore.

My thoughts are singular,
the facts are facing the others,
I am a rebel
in the hollow of which I will never get out.

Everything seems to me a misfortune,
a landing in another world,
in a land with victims
gathered in a great herd
where the shepherds are wolves.

The only way out
is to get lost in the crowd,
in an ocean of stories,
with unknown name.