(2015)
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
How do you describe A man so dramatic? You can recognize him From afar with his hat Always the gentleman
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
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