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

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

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

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

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

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 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,

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

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

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