He says I could never Get away with murder For I leave Pieces of me everywhere

A palomino gallops Beside the highway Look out the window Rides over green hills Through yellow flowers

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

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Beautiful legs The right shape and curve Olive color without the green That tans and doesn’t burn Until you see

Blonde eyes To match her hair Life is mean She counts her blessings Hopes for the best

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

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

I look away Afraid to see Flicker of nerves In their eye A clench

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

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