my mind is torn

my mind is torn in two
every day when I wake up, as the unsettling clouds loom
over me...I start to think
How is it that I am here?
Why is it that you're here?

I once heard a bird sing
and thought of only this: Even though the world is sad
people find these moments, small moments, that make them so happy

This facade of happiness laughs at my every smile

My mind is torn in three

the more restless I become
the more I feel less like one