I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best
