Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Most women are cooks But a man who cooks Is a chef She cooks over and over To feed the masses

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose