(2015)
#Skin
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
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
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl