I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I am sorry That I cannot be happier I know that I’d be prettier If I smiled If I could smile
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
To love reading Writing and words And not be able to Communicate Frustrated
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
