I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
A fresh faced country girl Who pioneers on her bicycle Catches the eye Of a transplant from Houston Love begins through letters
Water Beach pools and fountains Rivers creeks and waterfalls The sound The feel Floating Weightless
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
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
The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words