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

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top

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 am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

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