The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
The ugliest shade Of green We envy The car The job
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
The news hit me Like a punch in the gut I threw up two times From the pain Knowing that I
Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly
We Are me and you Together Two hearts Two minds
The E’s squeak by The I’s are too excited The U’s come after Q But the A’s and the O’s They flow
Who’s the best? Ask my Daddy He’ll tell you Enthusiastically He always sees
Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished
I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be
Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada
The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying
I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand
I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread
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