(2014)
No es solo la tristeza Aunque si lo estoy No es por el desanimo Aunque si me desanimo No es tan sencillo
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends