What's mine..?
my room is mine
everything there is mine
including the curtains
including the bed
everything in my room...
I'm sure it's mine
my deeds are mine
you're not supposed to tell me what to do
you're not supposed to give me unquestioned advice
you're not supposed to command me to do anything
'cause my deeds are making me me
so they can only be mine alone
my beard is mine
no-one can tell me how to wear my beard
or even how to grow it
especially not those who are not bearded
they mustn't tell me anything about my beard
'cause they don't know anything about it
why do people think they can tell me what to do?
why do pe
just hatred
I look into your face and see anger
I look deeply inside me
and I'm afraid of what I see
somehow I already knew
and in some way, I always hoped,
I hoped that this feeling would never surface
that I could bury it deep inside my heart
I hoped that I'd never have to feel this hatred
a hatred so strong that im not sure,
I wonder, if it's just hatred,
I don't know how to call it,
this unbearably strong feeling
there is no adequate word
no word can say what I feel
nor can anything I could do
so I fall silent
this feeling sprawls from the depths of my heart
a feeling I can't vanquish,
a feeling I can't deny
it spreads
What's mine..?
my room is mine
everything there is mine
including the curtains
including the bed
everything in my room...
I'm sure it's mine
my deeds are mine
you're not supposed to tell me what to do
you're not supposed to give me unquestioned advice
you're not supposed to command me to do anything
'cause my deeds are making me me
so they can only be mine alone
my beard is mine
no-one can tell me how to wear my beard
or even how to grow it
especially not those who are not bearded
they mustn't tell me anything about my beard
'cause they don't know anything about it
why do people think they can tell me what to do?
why do pe