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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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