(2014)
#Cool
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
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
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear