(2014)
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
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
Rough day Rough night If I could live In my bath Water would never
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I