It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
A healthy pancreas Is like a transmission Seamlessly shifting gears In type 2 diabetics Wear and tear
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
Why do we love sunsets? Distinguishing fascination What other species Must stop and stare A romantic couple
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench