The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I

Mis manchas de Bambi Manchas blancas Cubren mi cuerpo La gente se queda mirando Pero no les da asco

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

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 strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe