Son of the King | Hora do Cappuccino #40

I’m not the son of the king,

I’m just a boy with a dirty skin,

Trying to know how to love my siblings,

But is not my fault if is not their destiny.

I born with faces that looks so familiar,

But grew up seeing none of them near,

Even knowing that I would show my tears.

At least they are not here feeding my fears.

My son, I'm here

I really want to know why did they go,

Maybe a family is not the right thing to look for.

I don’t know if is the fear of loneliness or something worst,

But if I was the son of the king, I would have been loved.

I don’t care to have a crown,

If time is the last king to fall.

I prefer to have a son under my wings and above all,

Teaching how to find me when you had nobody to call,

Even if I’m the darkest shadow in the corner or the lightest ball.

I remember the days and nights wishing for feelings,

But I felt too much for a little amount of beings.

Learn, son, that God knows what makes you sin,

And He will teach you the beautiful gift of forgeviness.

My son, I’m here

I have trying to erase my traumas so many times,

So I live in this world without being myself.

Because if I don't remember what happen in the past,

How will I know what lead me here, in this path?

Changing myself according with the people I was surrounded by,

Losing me in letters, number, tags and sides.

I just know that I become what I never liked,

I don't have a self to be mine for a long time.

My son, I'm here

I have wished a lot but didn't even make you proud,

Everything seems too little in my eyes so jealous.

Now I have some many and don't know how to start,

I learn that "want" is "have", and not to care for what is already mine.

I want revenge for what I did to me,

To punish myself with the harmless hug.

Not looking in the eyes or words spoken,

Just look to what you dind't when you could.

I fake my personality by being like the stars of movies,

Because they have people that like them for acting.

I thought would be the same to me in the real world, tragic,

At least I discover that I need to be real, because people are always faking.