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

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’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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far

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