After a while she walks into the room, 
the pockets of her jacket filled with glue, 
into which she has  stuffed her fingers.
I am stuck. We all get sometimes. 
And then she smiles but I just can not read her mind. 
Sometimes her smile does not reach her eyes,
and I am trying to say sorry.
Do not lie. We all lie sometimes but not now.
I change my outfit every day, I say those things 
that I think you would like to hear me say with you.
Silly me. She lights a **** lag, 
and she sits down on the floor.
Her face buried in that mass of hair.
God I thought I knew her color...
I don't. I don't know nothing 
so I look up but it looks like she has left
worried that she's going to kill herself,
but she just went to the bathroom and I laugh.
We all laugh sometimes. Just not now.