(2014)
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Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
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
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job