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

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

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

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall