Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

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

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh