(2015)
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding