Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
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
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
No hay nada más sincero Que un regalo Inesperado Una carta Un chocolate
Algunos me gusta compartir Calientitos Justo cuando salgan del horno Que no se enfríe Por eso lo escribí
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
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
I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
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
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely