By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

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

Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

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

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles