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

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

Walking talking depression Who’s too big around the waist Saying you’re messed up But what I’ll never understand Is how you think that you’re

I want to be the one You tell your problems to, Because no one else seems to liste… I want to be the one Who understands you,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

In the morning wake And breathe fresh air To distract my thoughts From a recent nightmare Then go through processes

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