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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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