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

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt