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

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

I had it all In my head And then I said Words I do not know which ones

You might know her As blonde eyes Or as the sister who bakes cookies But you see I don’t write this

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

If I could paint a man Eyes so dark they shine Brooding and stormy Til the smile breaks through If I could paint a man

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

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

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

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory