I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

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

The medication is not me But neither is the sickness it tre… You may hear its effects In my voice In my opinions

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

If I could draw a tree In all it’s complexity Would you be impressed? If I could draw a human face It would be but a trace

Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished

My objective is selfish Not to share or be heard To get it out and move on No one seems to hear my pain No one seems to feel my pain

If I could make you smile Just once Sincerity From an appreciative heart It would make all of it worthwhile

I love to hear poetry read Rather than performed I love to hear each word Appreciated Rather than memorized