(2013)
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze
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
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
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
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
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far