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
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Antes lograba tanto Metía horas Sacando lo máximo De cada minuto No he cambiado
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
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
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Apathy and incompetence In healthcare A fax they didn’t send Prescriptions delayed Labs to do again
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low