It’s a typical day,
I hear my bus wheeze by.
And though I run to catch it,
I am always on time.
When I arrive at school, the anger is in bloom.
But I still raise my hand, like they tell me to.
I always have the right answer, and I always
Have a pretty red A on top of my page.
I am so blue.

The sun is out, on my walk home,
As Mom’s favorite song plays in my ears.
I get the strangest longs,
As I quietly sing along,
And I am reacquainted with my fears.
I get the strangest looks,
As I ponder the latest book,
And the hidden sexual meaning
Behind “Comin’ thro the rye”.
And while Jackson Browne croons,
I see a myriad of yellow balloons
And I almost sit down to cry.
I am so blue.

The day fades to black,
And demons come out to play,
Hold a smile on my face
Like a photo in a frame.
And we all try to find some meaning
In our reckless, teenage mistakes.
The people are fake, and the music is regrettably new.
Full of evanescent courage,
I tried to tell someone why I’m so blue.
But they just walked away
So I did too.

The next morning is gray,
I could sleep all day,
But there are a million things to do.
Expectations must be met
Even when you’re blue.
The soles of my shoes
Are worn out from the weight
Of walking each day
On a road too straight
That no one cares to pave.
So I disappear
Into the atmosphere
And if you asked me who I was,
I couldn’t tell you.
I just sit there, my eyes translucent, glassy brown swirls,
As I paint half-hearted pictures of my world,
The only things that are really true.
Pictures in blue,
Pictures of you.