(2015)
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
An idea In my head Falls flat On paper Read it
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
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
Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?