(2015)
The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions
Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers
I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones
I feel like crap Most days I have a lot going my way I am loved I can smile
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
I will be Forever in debt To my mother Any gift Would come up short
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter
Springtime means Berry pickin’ In warm sun Therapeutic Part of me
Why can’t I choose to be somewhere in the middle? Surrounded by extremes Measure everything With a grain of salt
Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion
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
¿Te fue mal el día? Me va mal también a mi Dos vidas entretejidas Irrevocablemente Te cargo a ti encima
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
A noisy restaurant Listen Focus Beyond the dishes The music