I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
You must commit To an outfit Where are you going? In sporty yoga pants Athletic top
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
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
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos