(2014)
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time