Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

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

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

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

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team