The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I do not enjoy roller coasters I am not chicken But they say You just have to try it! So I do
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Life is good A little luxury A cup of coffee Served with toast Consumed lazily
Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Uh-Oh! Cranky mood Throws a fit Over cereal Cheerios
The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals
If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete
I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe
I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench
