(2014)
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
Down to earth I am but of dust Dust particles I see floating in the air Carbon molecules
Does the world need Another book? Another poem? I add one more to the pile To be left alone
Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump
Itchy It has to come off Nerves Makes me pick His look
No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo
It’s not pretty When I cry People get almost as embarrassed as I
Escogí las palabras Más adecuadas Por lo que yo Quería decir Abrí la boca
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
I am a consumer Female Twenties I buy Cheap clothes and lattes
To be a true artist Must they be recluses Crazy mad or sick Or even better dead Show me a healthy artist
I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
