(2014)
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
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
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
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field
My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times