(2015)
La presión atrapada Busca por donde salir Tapo mi boca Se me sale por los ojos Tapo mis ojos
Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect
Restless As I lay in bed Trying to fall asleep These are my clues I might be low
I am stronger Than you think I am I am weaker Than I look
Inspirational quotes Are full of crap Whatever meaning Is lost In the sea
May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?
Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall
My pump Constant companion Of my disease My sensor Resembles a feeding
My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done
The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose
I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically
My soft spot My sweet boy I’d do anything for Who convinced me Little boys are the best
It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper
Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack