Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in
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
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music
Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up
I find richness In the mixture In what others disdain Young people lost Between two cultures
My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots
Strong hands Hold me down To the bed I say to them I have to go
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
