Me, a quiet girl,
ready and behaved in class,
me, a talkative girl when I'm with my friends,
who gets really bored at mass.

Me, a senstitive girl,
who gets hurt for many things,
me, who tries to be nice, 
but doesn't cut the correct strings.

Me, a shy girl,
but my friend relationships in general end in conflict,
me, who enjoys poetry,
but cannot write when is asked to do it. 

Me, a creative girl,
who lives in a shadow of the past,
me, who looks at her old photographs,
and wonders how time goes so fast.

Me, a dreamy girl,
who is always thinking about weird stuff,
me, who asks philosophical questions,
like why I'm here on earth.

We believe in what they say,
even if they make it up, 
because they may,
they do it so you will buy,
so stop believing or you will die! 

Even though I may exaggerate,
life is like this, 
we must not let us be fooled,
Because there IS a chance for our life to fall into bits. 

Written and printed on paper,
I have found,
some postcards and fotos,
just lying around.

When I saw them I read them,
and looked at them and remembered about them,
so many memories,
flooded out magically.

I remembered my kindergarden boyfriend,
my best-friend I'd had for long,
the old friends I had,
that had packed away and gone.

And it was then that I realized,
the life I had back then,
the differences there are from now,
and then.

Back then,
boys invited me,
and I invited them,
some were my friends,
some were just class-mates.

Back then,
I had lot's of friends,
and people who appreciated me,
and a boyfriend.

A boyfriend.
One that I had almost forgot.
A boyfriend?
It is hard to believe.

Back then,
my cousins and grandparents,
came to visit me,
for my birthday.

Back then, 
I was cute,
I was nicer,
I was shyer.

Back then,
people liked me for being behaved,
for being nice,
and for being who I was.

Back then,
I was myself,
I had friends who liked ME.
The ME.
And there weren't few.

THAT was my life back then.

For the people that noticed I wasn't at school today, this is why:

I was scared on the car,
when my mom told me that we were going to the doctor,
when she told me it was today,
when they would burn them.

I was scared, 
but not so scared as if I'd been,
if I'd known the pain that would come after.

When we got there the doctor explained the process,
he said it wouldn't hurt,
at least after a couple of minutes.
WOULDN'T HURT!

He was already holding the Liquid nitrogen,
already holding my foot,
I needed time to breathe,
time for him to say something like: READY?

No, he didn't.

He started with my left foot,
on a teeny wart,
at first it didn't even hurt...
and then my foot flooded with pain.

After a few seconds I could bare it no longer,
it was like a giant drill, 
drilling on my foot to get it out,
It was SO terribly horrible.

I was crying into the sleeve of my mom,
praying that the pain would end.

When he finished I told my mom I needed to breathe before doing it on the other foot,
she told the doctor,
he waited a second and impatient,
he continued.

Now I could still feel one foot hurting,
but now two!
It was SOO dreadful,
dreadfuler than when I broke my arm.

It ended,
and before I could say anything,
the doctor grabbed my foot,
before I had anytime to ask my mom for a second to breathe.

Again, I feel the burning on my foot.
It is actually a substance so cold that burns,
I feel as if I wanted to die,
I dread the moment.

When it's over,
my mom SAYS it's over,
but I cry and tell her it isn't yet,
and won't be for a while.

My feet,
I could still feel the Liquid nitrogen,
the dreadful Liquid nitrogen on my feet,
And It hurt so much.

And I promise,
it never got better until I went to sleep.

It still hurts now,
and I can't walk,
I can still feel the burning,
the Liquid nitrogen.

IT IS HORRIBLE.

Why does it have to be,
to suffer before to discover,
why does it have to be,
that I'd suffered before I'd known.

Why does it have to be,
to discover the healthy way of eating,
when its too late,
why does it have to be,
that doctors don't tell you till it is too LATE.

Why do you have to wait,
until you get to discover,
I TELL YOU WHY OH WHY,
WHY SUFFER BEFORE DISCOVER?!