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I'm tired of being vilified Misunderstood and discarded Who says he understands me never wanted to know That boy was admitted to a clinic They say that due to lack of attention from friends of memories Of dreams that are configured sad and inert Like a motionless hourglass Do not move does not move Does not work And Clarisse is locked in the bathroom And makes marks on your body with your little penknife Lying in the corner, her ankles bleed And the pain is less than it seems When she cuts herself she forgets that life is impossible to have Calm and strength, live in pain what no one understands Try to be strong each and every dawn One of your friends is gone When another police occurrence Nobody understands me Do not look at me like that With this Good Samaritan countenance Fulfilling your duty As if I were sick As if all this pain was different or non-existent nothing exists for me Do not try You don't know and you don't understand And when antidepressants and tranquilizers don't work anymore Clarisse knows that madness is present And feel the strange essence of what death is But this emptiness she knows very well From time to time it's a new treatment But the world remains the same The fear of coming home at night The men who rub themselves disgusting On the way to and from school Hopelessness and torment Of knowing that nothing is fair and little is right And that we are destroying the future And that evil is always around here The violence and injustice that exists Against all girls and women A world where the truth is backwards And joy no longer has an address Clarisse is locked in her room With your records and your books your tiredness I'm a bird Lock me in the cage And they expect me to sing like before I'm a bird Lock me in the cage But one day I manage to resist And I will fly the most beautiful way Clarisse is only fourteen<lora:wegg:1.0>