(2015)
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
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
I cannot let you hold my happiness For your hand to caress or to drop It is not healthy It is not safe For your happiness to depend on an… I’m taking it back but no longer r…
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
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
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile