A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt

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

I know it’s for the best But it still hurts Hearing mothers complain For what I would give anything fo… My husband says no

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

¿Te duele Cuándo piques tu dedo? No Lo hago por pura diversión Lo que duele

Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger