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

It’s not that I’m sad Though I am It’s not that I’m discouraged Though I am It soaks deeper

The strings that attach me To this world Ground me Yes they sometimes Keep me from flying

Dime ¿Qué es su lengua materna? Ni inglés Ni español Sus padres no hablan inglés

I am unique In so many ways But while variety excites What we look for Is our common thread

Look in the mirror What is it you see? Hazel eyes above your Favorite black dress Looks clean and fresh

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

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

Pragmatic me Doesn’t like this girl You can’t depend on her Too complex to understand She cries at the worst times

Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly

I told everyone About you The ugly beast Inside of me You can’t hide

A conversation With a true friend Leaves your life richer Maybe with a laugh A smile on your face

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