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

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

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

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

Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back

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 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

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,

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

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

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