angels

Last night the angels cried for me..

their beautiful faces hung low

heavenly voices sobbing softly

tears drifting like snow

They looked at me and murmured

"Why must you act this way?"

I looked at them and winced a little

I wasn't sure what to say.

"How can you understand me

How can you hope to know

How can you even hope to see

the darkness which my mind goes?"

They looked at me and shook their heads

They even moved away

"How can we reach a girl like this?"

they had the nerve to say

I may find comfort in my world

But that doesn't mean to say

That you couldn't reach me if you tried

If you cared that is, anyway.