(2015)
Props to my Dad on this one. Drink water everybody!
If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
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
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely