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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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