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

Hospitality To love a stranger It need not be much For one who has little Will appreciate it

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

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

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

Pretty and dainty Rich girl feet Meant to be Beside the pool They don’t like to work

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

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