(2014)
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends