(2014)
Manos fuertes No me sueltan De la cama Yo les digo Me tengo que ir
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Destruction is fun But cannot be undone Smashed Trashed Crumpled
Turkey and dressing Loud and overwhelming Opinions and food fly Green bean casserole Too much laughter
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
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
I wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface
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
When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely