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

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

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

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

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

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack