(2014)
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’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
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
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s