Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
What if one day I wasn’t there for you? And you were left needing me If I wasn’t there When you woke up
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
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
The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong
The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind