And I asked myself..Why?

That I'm already eighteen
you tell me constantly,
that we have to go to that office
to get my ID

and I ask myself...why?

I guess you don't understand
because like most of my feelings
there is no logic in this-

the sea is so close,mother
but we rarely visit it..

that I'm already eighteen,
you remind me..and I don't know
if I felt a nostalgia in your voice
as you ended the phrase with;
"you need to start driving soon"

your coldness with me
has been chronic,so I
tend to doubt everything you say..

that I need to get my ID
you say one more time
and I ask myself again,

..But why?

people have offended me, mother
many times,
but I've been praised
too..

I have never told you
this story,
but a little girl
confessed she wanted to be
like me once

I froze for a second or two
then told her to not wish
for such absurdity,
to not damn her soul that way
to watch the birth of her own
stars

although,
I never seen mine, mother.

That I need my ID
you repeat, as you lay
down on my bed in one of your
fragile attempts to be close to me..

I don't know why you like
sleeping beside me mother,
its not like I'm that beautiful
that I must be the last thing
you see before the morning

but okay,
whatever you want...

you don't seem
to get tired,

"you need to get your ID"
you say one last time..

and I kiss the day
goodbye..asking myself

..but why?

I may come across
as arrogant,mother
but my fears made a
midget out of me..

..another piece of fact
..another document
marking my existence

..Why get an ID,
mother?

If I'm not even content
with who I am..

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