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

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

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

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

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

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

Filler words Put me to sleep Added to cushion Take away my pillow Blunt words to wake up

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

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

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

When I think of my mom I think of malt o meal muffins When I think of my dad Memories of a child Chasing us around the circle

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one