The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
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
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up