(2013)
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
You dance to the angels’ Song of life Completely unaware That God choreographed Your whole existence
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 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,
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