(2015)
I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time
She is no longer Part of my life I’ve moved on My life is full With friends
Clinical smells Polite strangers The only thing worse Than being here Is to not be able
Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms
How do you measure pain? All is relative and personal Even with one’s own self It is impossible to compare As memory distorts pain
I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease
Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely
Would I rather be A younger me? More productive Stronger Would i have to give up
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
Are you ever tired Of just being you? Did you ever Want to be Someone new?
Some I like to share Fresh out of the oven Don’t let it get cold That’s why I wrote it Emotions in that moment
This world is covered in bias It’s all over you It’s all over me too This world is covered in bias It shades our words
The teenage rebels All fall in line Be they hippies Goths, rockers or skaters Moving from one mould
Long and slender Her every movement Deliberate and graceful Composed as She listens quietly
Have you ever felt A hole inside of you Something dead inside Where your heart Is supposed to be?