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

I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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