I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado

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

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt