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

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

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

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

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

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

Does it hurt? When you prick your finger No I do this just for fun Our fingers lose feeling

A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

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