The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this