I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

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

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

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

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

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

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

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease