(2014)
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work