For those who know

I feel like a chair in your kitchen

As hard and sullen as wood...

And yet your house is a safe haven;

I come often - don’t know if I should

Everytime I leave pumped up to feel good

Or at least better than when I first trailed in,

And yet I am drained, drained my friend.

Tired of staying the same

And tired of endless wanderings

In one’s own head…

Tell me of other things instead

My heart looks like the pancake

Round and white you made for me.

Piping hot in the porcelain plate

In an hour cold and lonely -

I don’t feel like eating

Sitting in this warm room,

Just want to cry.

But I stay silent because there is no word

For why I’m here.

Only hug me as hard as my brother

Used to hug me,

To protect me from any hurt

And all that I can't show.

What would I do without those who know?

To cry again against your shirt

But also to laugh till tears and draw

Funny pictures of all our friends

As the night vanishes between my hands

And I smile without meaning to