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
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
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
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures