How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

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 wallow in my sadness As it pools up It has not swallowed me Who floats above its surface This surface

My sister’s cookies Chocolate chip Got my nephew to Say her name For the first time

She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends

Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

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

To be genius means To not follow the rules You don’t have to I wish to be smart But not self-important

My parents always say We’re proud of you I am too I got out of bed I used to get so much done

Steamroller Of life Passed by Feeling down Squished