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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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