Do You Hear What I Hear?

Said the little boy to the 25 year old brunette,
Do you hear what I hear?

Yes I hear you Henry.

Said the old lady to the frightened aforementioned brunette,
Do you hear what I hear?

No go away screw off.

Said the male voice to this same girl,
Everyone is watching you, you'd better hide because they're after you, they can hear your thoughts, hide, hide.

Excuse me but you're making it hard for me to concentrate on the professor. Please leave.

They never listen.

See sometimes I wonder - people see guardian angels, right? That's what Henry is to me. He's come straight from some divine being, I know this. I like him. If only it could be just him and not the others. Maybe someday.

School is going okay. Aside from aforementioned problems. I'm doing all right. I dropped a course, but it was for the better. I can do school.

I'm not normal. But who is? I'm not typical. But that's who I am.

Everyone has stuff going on. Mine happens to be psychosis.

Said the shepherd boy to the mighty king,
Do you know what I know?
In your palace warm, mighty king,
Do you know what I know?
A Child, a Child, shivers in the cold --
Let us bring him silver and gold,
Let us bring him silver and gold.

It's November. It's getting cold out there. Do you know anyone left in the cold? This isn't literal. Is there somebody you're not acknowledging?

There's something inside me that I'm leaving in the cold. Maybe I'm trying so hard to identify as what I think is a normal person that I don't acknowledge the actual whole person inside me. The little Jenny. Maybe that's something Henry is trying to tell me.

And you - who is in the cold? Don't be scared of the little you inside. Bring him silver and gold.