The Real

"The Real of life is not about happiness you've experienced,

to finally enter the beginning you must know the hardest part of the joyous living you're in to."

The Album priors to make readers understand and know what are the six different most suffered events that a person can experience, starting from 𝙿𝚎𝚍𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊, being 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚁𝚊𝚙𝚎, 𝙳𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝙳𝚎𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚢.

Stop It, Predator.

You're a predator and I'm too young as your prey,

—Every night you make my body like a clay, You mold my breast in any direction,

You put me in any position, Treating me like we're in a union,

—Your hands were touching me, your tongue's licking my body, and I can feel the lust from you old man, Not tonight! let me go, let me run,

Please I'm tired, for what i did, daddy I have my reasons,

And I want you to stop, leave me,

Stop using me.

—the real no.one

»𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚒𝚝, 𝙿𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛.

It's Done, It's Gone.

When i first heard your name, i thought I'll be saved.

– but what happened was not what i expected, you loved me, you made me feel important and cared.

until one night all those beautiful things about us that i dreamed,

became nothing and my eyes teared.

You and your friends were together when i came,

I asked you where's the rest room is, because i need to pee,

but then i came back and you're not there anymore, all i see is your friends telling me to drink,

— i took a sip, and i fell, when i woke up, i saw how your friends uses me and my body, they're laughing while telling jokes about me, saying I'm a delicacy.

the next day, i told you about it, you've gone mad but not in them but at me, you slaps me calling me dirty,

but what's not funny?

Baby tell me, i know your plans, i know what you did,

the night i came in,

i saw your phone, you wanna buy game skin, and it's expensive you don't have money to spend,

you sold me,

you sold my body, it's all done, my virginity's gone, my souls reckless, and my reputation's tainted, then

i fainted.

—the real no.two

»𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝙶𝚘𝚗𝚎.

One Deep Sleep.

It's afternoon when we met,

At the park both of us are wet,

It rained that time, and i need my phone to connect,

I'm calling my mom but i can't,

You came near to me and asks me,

—Bro, How are you? Are you alright?

The nights coming and you're alone,

It's dangerous, come with me at my home,

—No, It's fine i said, you replied that you insist,

My stomach tremble out of hunger, you noticed it so you offered me,

Come let's eat pizza, the thin crust,

Never knew that's how thin i should not trust,

You won brother, I came in your house and at the sofa i sat,

I saw something at the table and ask, What's that?

—That's Beer, wanna try?

You gave me a shot and in a minute, i fell asleep,

Never knew that in the next hours, I'll suffer that deep,

You touches me Man, you tied me in my hands,

Kisses my lips, abuses my hips,

You Slowly took off my pants,

The next scene are hard to understand,

You used my body for pleasure,

You tasted me like I'm a treasure,

—Thanks for the night, brother, the last words i heard

When i woke up, Everything's Unfair,

People were looking at me, judging me,

You took a video the whole time!

Now I'm trending world wide,

They never knew, I'm a man who got raped by a man.

—the real no.three

» 𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚜𝚕𝚎𝚎𝚙

Pride of Crowd.

I saw you chatting a guy,

He's using you yet you're still happy,

Everyone's looking at you everday, everynight,

You as a gay, I know you're not alright,

You overthink too much because of man,

Who only uses you for his own agenda,

You're running behind him, wanting for love,

Not noticing the true colors of you.

You're a dove, Who flies freely in the skies,

See the beautiful curtains,

The stage full of glitters and,

Confettis,

Caterpillars who turned butterfly,

Rainbow that's made because of the rain,

Didn't you notice?

You're not just a gay,

But you're a gay for reason,

That's to make us feel fine,

Feel we're belong,

Feel we're equal,

To be strong,

Raise your Voice, don't let a man destroy you,

You're a queen, with a crown,

You deserve respect and high bow down,

Raise your pride, and be proud, hear the cheer of the crowd.

—the real no.four

»𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝙾𝚏 𝙲𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚍

Bovarize.

The sunlight have dazzled in my almond-shaped eyes,

So I've intend to dose them for a while,

And decided to feel the warmth of it's rays,

Now it feels like my new solace.

A wide range of deafening silence,

All i can remember was the exquisite moments,

All i ever wanted is to smell this nonpareil fragrance,

And relish the sketchy ignorance.

—

My environment suddenly became noisy,

Being surrounded by people that's too nosy,

Throwing questions and staring at me differently and ridiculously,

I guess I'm back again with this reality who's full of cruelty.

I'm done with this society,

They'll judge you, disregard your ability,

Always on way, there's no unity,

People in the social world are worse than infinity.

—

I would love to end this manner,

Who's feelings are always invalid and thinks that love is multiplayer,

I wish i can be my own life cinematographer,

And I'll make myself as an troubleshooter.

It's like I'm stuck in a prison,

Where not everyone can know about my identification,

I'm inside a Bovarism,

And it feels like scattered Prism.

—the real no.five

»𝙱𝚘𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚎

Forlorn.

The raindrops were so loud.

So the road's soaking wet and there's no crowd,

You're walking to the highway when you see the skies turning black.

You called his name, "Who are you, Jack?"

Rose? Isn't that your name?

He asked,

Your voice is raspy; it's like being bitten by a wasp.

Both of you are talking. Isn't it lame?

—

The clouds turn even darker while your eyes are looking at him pointing like a marker.

Why can't you move? You feel so nervous.

Your feet can't walk, it feels anxious,

You're staring at him from afar. You've figured it out.

He's Peter Parker, your man.

Not just Superman, but your spider.

Can he remove the splinter?

You cannot transform your mind into another.

—

You act like Juliet, but your man's not Romeo.

He's always in the rodeo.

He's not considering you.

Not even checking on you,

It was so hard that there were three of you.

Three different girls with three kinds of men,

One's willing to die for you,

One's willing to save you.

The other one will leave you.

—

Whenever she hears your name, she feels fluttered.

But it seems like mirrors are scattered around the area.

It was Mary, gashing her wrist.

She doesn't care if her life is at risk.

—

No way! You were not just three, but we're four.

Romeo didn't come, and Jack died for you while Peter saved you.

But at least you three have someone.

While me? Mary has no one.

—the real no.six

»𝙵𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚗

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