My pockets are full and anyone could tell.
Thank god they don't point it out,
Otherwise I'd feel like a clown.

Put it here,
Move it there,
Try my coat pockets instead.

My Pockets are full,
now you can see.
But still,
It's best you do not approach me.

For you see,
I would rather ignore it and take it on my own,
rather than someone pricking their hand on my broken pencil.

I know it's not right,
But it's my life.
It's hard enough when you have the need to have all these things in a space,
unneeded,
but believed to be needed because I don't need to believe that not everything is needed...

Including me...

My pockets are full,
It's more than I can handle.
So please step aside,
Because to you I don't matter

When you choose sadness to take over the depths of your heart
Then you let doubts and anxieties prevail over joy
And when you opt to have your smile vanish in a whirlwind of fear
You'll be stuck too long in the darkness you're confined in
Catastrophes and obstacles will  pile up without end
Struggles will get harder to carry unbearable burden
Bounce back and drive all your worries away
Get out of this dead end and seek the light again
Be not afraid to create your safe space and realize your plans
Be brave to tread to the other side of the barrier where thick and luscious grass awaits
Where doubts, fear and sorrow no longer exist

I am actually slowly drifting away
Wave after wave after wave
Slowly drifting
I really feel that I am drowning
I just need you to hold my hand

Sometimes I just need to go with the waves
Let the waves bring me to a place where I deserve
Maybe hoping again is never a mistake
It maybe a start of something beautiful
Undefined it may seem

The warmth of the sand brings calmness
The sound of the waves gives music
The cold air brings strength
The ocean seems inviting
Its beauty leads to peace