Itus and Itis Crashed my party I didn’t invite them! I whisper to my sister They make my skin crawl
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco
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
Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what
Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse
If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s
Desperate for his attention Knowing it will drive him away Jealous of a game - how lame Choking self-esteem where I lay Desperate for his affection
