He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
