(2015)
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it