Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
