(2015)
Props to my Dad on this one. Drink water everybody!
I crave stability Neither wandering spirit Nor home-body Yes I’d love to travel But the foundation
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
A joke Lost in Translation You will Never
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times
To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important
I struggle to Keep it together Maxims and mottoes On repeat In my mind
Stubbed toe Red light Ugly words Ugly mouth To shock
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile