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

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

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up

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

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace