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

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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

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

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

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