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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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