Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive