Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

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

When the emotion comes up It feels like heartburn Like acid Clenching my throat My ears go watery

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

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

My body is perfect —ly spotted The white spots I tell myself Are my Bambi spots

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?

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

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s