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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far

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

I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies

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

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