Bags full of diapers Cars waiting in line Smell coming from the load Ashamed it was mine He noticed my insulin pump

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

May sun is warm An old friend You have missed June sun Still smiles

I need to tell you How to survive With our disposition It’s okay to cry Maybe

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

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

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

I spend all my time Fighting with you In my head If we fought At least it would be

The more you treat me like a nag The more I become one I’m sorry if I micromanage Your clean clothes Your hot meals

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