(2014)
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Well-intentioned stranger Eyeing me limp through HEB Why would you ask If I stepped on a nail? How do you know
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
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
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
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms