Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset

You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence

I’m like a broken plate That you threw on the ground Because you were upset But no matter what you do You can never fix it

People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,

Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze

I’m like one of those people Who says that music is my soul Except it’s not Because music is meaningful And music drowns out noise

My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane

Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back

I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act

Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something

I put in my headphones To listen to songs And I listen to sad things Which tend to make me cry And I listen to screaming

I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies

The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts

Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people

In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear