Inconsciente is Sery's unflinching confrontation with the bullying that marked her childhood and adolescence.
"Most people talk about bullying, but they don't analyze that if a child is being cruel, it's because of the example they're getting—not just from home, but from everything around them."
"This song is for my classmates, but especially for the girl who kicked the bathroom doors where I hid."
"You haven't forgotten me—I keep appearing in your mind, unconsciously."
"When my father died, my mind refused to accept it. I told myself he'd just gone on a trip."
"I stopped taking care of myself. Not just my weight—I didn't wash my clothes, didn't comb my hair. I was grieving in ways I couldn't name."
"The Tetris melody in the intro is intentional—it's a callback to childhood, to simpler times before we learned cruelty."
Influences:
Experimental hip-hop, confessional rap, electronic production with lo-fi and nostalgic elements. The Tetris melody serves as an intentional bridge to childhood memories—both innocent and painful.
Inconsciente is Sery's unflinching confrontation with the bullying that marked her childhood and adolescence. Released on July 7, 2023, this hip-hop track goes beyond surface-level anti-bullying messaging to examine the deeper question: where do children learn cruelty? With experimental production featuring nostalgic Tetris melodies and raw, reverb-soaked vocals, Inconsciente transforms personal trauma into a powerful statement about visibility, survival, and the haunting persistence of memory.
"Most people talk about bullying, but they don't analyze that if a child is being cruel, it's because of the example they're getting—not just from home, but from everything around them."
This song is for my classmates. For the years of mockery, isolation, and psychological warfare that defined my school experience. But it's especially for one girl—the popular one who kicked the bathroom doors where I hid, who turned everyone against me, who made sure I knew I didn't belong.
In second grade, a boy I liked asked me to be his girlfriend during P.E. class. Nervous and immature, I said no. Years later, in fifth grade, I confided this story to a classmate. Word got back to the popular girl's group. They asked the boy about it. He denied it ever happened. I was mocked relentlessly for "fantasizing" about the cute boy in class—especially after I started gaining weight.
Then my father died. I moved to another school. I stopped taking care of myself—not just my weight, but everything. I didn't shave, didn't wash my clothes, didn't comb my hair. I was living with my sister, her husband, and my niece in La Serena in difficult economic circumstances. My mind refused to accept my father's death, telling myself he'd just gone on a trip. And at this new school, there was a girl who mocked absolutely everything I did.
Inconsciente is my response. It's about being unforgettable to people who tried to erase you. It's about haunting the minds of those who ignored you. It's about surviving in the bathroom stall while they scratch at the door, waiting to see you cry.
Inconsciente emerges from years of systematic bullying that shaped Sery's childhood and adolescence across multiple schools in Chile.
The abuse began early. In second grade (roughly 7-8 years old), a boy Sery had a crush on asked her to be his girlfriend during P.E. class. Too nervous and immature to process the moment, she said no. This small childhood interaction would later become ammunition.
Years passed. Sery began gaining weight. In fifth grade, she confided the story about the boy to a classmate—an innocent memory shared between friends. But one of the "popular girl's" followers overheard. They went to the boy. He denied it ever happened. Suddenly, Sery was mocked as the fat girl who "fantasized" about the attractive boy in class—a lie that stuck.
The worst tormentor was the popular girl herself—the one Sery dedicates the final verse to. She turned everyone against Sery, spoke badly about her constantly, and when Sery tried to hide in the bathroom, this girl would kick the doors, scratch at them, trying to force her out, trying to see her cry.
Then everything got worse. Sery's father died. The grief was so overwhelming that her mind refused to accept it—she told herself he'd just gone on a trip. She moved schools. She moved in with her sister, brother-in-law, and niece in La Serena. Money was tight. And Sery stopped caring for herself entirely: not washing clothes, not combing her hair, not shaving—visible neglect born from invisible pain.
At this new school, another girl appeared who mocked everything Sery did. The cycle continued.
Inconsciente means "unconscious" in Spanish—and the song plays with this duality. The bullies tried to ignore Sery, to make her invisible, to forget she existed. But she insists: "You haven't forgotten me / I keep appearing on the side / Of your mind, unconsciously." She becomes unforgettable precisely because they tried to erase her.
The lyrics reference religious imagery—being crucified "in the name of Jesus," being scratched by "the sanctified," being deemed unworthy of devotion. The bathroom becomes a recurring symbol of isolation: "Today I hid in the bathroom again / Because here I no longer dare / To exist with great effort."
But the song's power lies in its refusal to disappear. Even as Sery describes hiding, waiting, surviving, she declares: "When you scratched the door / To see me cry / See me pull out my hair / And you could only think / How to mistreat / But I decided just to wait."
The Tetris melody in the intro isn't random—it's a direct invocation of childhood, of simpler times, of the games kids played before they learned cruelty. It grounds the song in nostalgia while acknowledging that nostalgia is complicated when your childhood was marked by trauma.
Now based in Montreal, Sery looks back at these experiences with clarity. Inconsciente asks the question most anti-bullying campaigns ignore: where do children learn to be cruel? Not in a vacuum. They learn from examples—from home, from media, from the world around them. The bullies in this song aren't cartoonish villains. They're kids mirroring what they've absorbed.
And Sery? She survived. She's still here. Still making music. Still haunting their minds, unconsciously.
No me haz olvidado
Yo sigo saliendo a un lado
De tu mente, inconsciente
Tu me ignorabas siempre
Yo te hablaba te buscaba
Y tu solo despreciabas
Pero inevitablemente
Yo aparezco en tu mente
Cuando te escondías
Yo seguía saliendo en tu mirá'
Uno dos tres cua'
Corre tu porque yo ná'
En el nombre de Jesú'
Me han crucificao'
No se que pude haber hecho
Ahora la puerta me han golpeao'
Y aceptao'
Arañazos del santificao'
Digna no soy de tu devoción
Así que me he encerrao'
De nuevo aquí al costao'
El mundo sigue igual a como lo deje en el pasao'
A como lo deje en el pasao'
No me haz olvidado
Yo sigo saliendo a un lado
De tu mente, inconsciente
Tu me ignorabas siempre
Yo te hablaba te buscaba
Y tu solo despreciabas
Pero inevitablemente
Yo aparezco en tu mente
Otro día más sigo aquí sola
Libre no estoy si no soy libre de mi nomá'
Me va a derribar la ola
En los recreos solo veo
Tantos gritos y desprecios que no creo
Que haya
Una salida
Tanta vanidad
Tanta falsedad
Tanta cantidad
Hoy me escondí en el baño de nuevo
Porque aquí ya no me atrevo
A existir con gran esmero
Ya me haz olvidado
Pero sigo estando a un lado
De tu mente, inconsciente
Yo te estoy mirando siempre
Es que a mi no me acontece
Pero cuando desesperes
Cuando menos te lo esperes
Aparezco en tu mente
Cuando arañaste la puerta
Para verme llorar
Ver mi pelo arrancar
Y solo podía pensar
Como maltratar
Pero decidí solo esperar
You haven't forgotten me
I keep appearing on the side
Of your mind, unconsciously
You always ignored me
I talked to you, I looked for you
And you only despised
But inevitably
I appear in your mind
When you were hiding
I kept appearing in your gaze
One two three four
You run because I don't
In the name of Jesus
They've crucified me
I don't know what I could have done
Now they've knocked on my door
And accepted
Scratches from the sanctified
I'm not worthy of your devotion
So I've locked myself away
Here again on the side
The world remains the same as I left it in the past
As I left it in the past
You haven't forgotten me
I keep appearing on the side
Of your mind, unconsciously
You always ignored me
I talked to you, I looked for you
And you only despised
But inevitably
I appear in your mind
Another day I'm still here alone
I'm not free if I'm not free from myself
The wave is going to knock me down
At recess I only see
So many screams and contempt that I don't believe
That there's
A way out
So much vanity
So much falseness
So much quantity
Today I hid in the bathroom again
Because here I no longer dare
To exist with great effort
You've already forgotten me
But I'm still standing on the side
Of your mind, unconsciously
I'm always watching you
It doesn't happen to me
But when you despair
When you least expect it
I appear in your mind
When you scratched the door
To see me cry
See me pull out my hair
And I could only think
How to mistreat
But I decided just to wait