Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling
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
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field