(2013)
The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts
Scars on legs And scars on arms Incisions on bodies And stitches for sealing Cuts and scrapes
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
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’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
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
Sometimes I feel myself Willing to cry And sad over nothing I can remember That would make me upset
I pretend I know everything, Or that I can do anything, But I don’t, And I can’t. Sure I may act
In my ear, Ana whispers And tells me just Be thinner, dear But I fear
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,
I walk through rivers, valleys, fo… Exploring all my thoughts Dreaming peacefully Things made up and memories Talking to friends and enemies
Eyes are shifting Slowly sifting Through the darkness Of the scrying glass, Hours spent staring