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

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

Sitting on the bed And sometimes laying down The chill from the AC Is too uncomfortable I recoil from the breeze

The air conditioner blows On high And the sound Reminds me of small monsters. A clattering starts

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

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

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,

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

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

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

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