(2014)
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
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
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
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
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
My grandfather told my father when he proposed to my mother on one condition
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers