Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Beside you I am At peace Our love A connection
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Your pain is far away I hear it But I do not feel it Move closer Let me know you’re here to stay