(2013)
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
Long thin lines Across skin Placed there Upon day’s end Old ones pink
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
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
People walk Down the streets, Seeming happy As can be, Or maybe sad,
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
My sudden bursts Of depression Are like a typhoon Flooding a small island Or a hurricane
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far
Running through a forest Of never ending trees And everlasting green Some people fall And some turn back
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
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 pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something