Conversations in a Chinese Restaurant

I'm feeling almost better than you know

A little bit better than the day before

Waking up to a deafening scream

Please, please don't hurt me no more

Why do I feel like a lost dog?

Staring outside the window pane

How come I become dark?

When the clouds begin to rain

Don't be afraid to speak to me

Although I might not be listening

As my mind can't help but wander

When I am listening

I feel ashamed that I am not enthusiastic

Or have a smile on my face

I'm concerned about the strangers around us

And admire the staid pictures in the place

Why is it so easy to hurt the ones we care about most?

And so hard to face them with our needs

Anger and resentment — I can relate

Run away little girl while they bleed

Selfish girl, my station could be worse

Your expressions are just mime

My being is well but not far from disaster

So my head is cluttered - what is my crime?