(2013)
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
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
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
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
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
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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,
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back