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

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

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

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

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

Que te cuentan un chiste Las palabras se traducen Pero el humor no se puede Por si no lo entiendes Ríete

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

Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up

This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can