(2013)
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
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,
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
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
Passing Time I spend my days Falling through the glass That is our fragile world Chasing something
Ten times more They whisper hate And I wish they would stop Because of late I’ve seen these people
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring
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
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
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
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,
To tell the truth Most things are easy And I’m the one To destroy simplicity And blow things far