It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould

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

Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

I’ve known Deep inside All along My value That I matter

My heart breaks A little each day For problems I can’t solve For things I can’t change All I can do is pray

How do I Catch your interest? Once again I know You are bored with me

The whole world Aches and groans Do you feel her pain? The human in me Wants to heal mankind

Ask any female Love Is in the details I love you Three greatest words