Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

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

Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl

I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I