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

Love is sincere Sincerely Wanting to connect Love makes you crazy Insanity that makes you fly

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

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

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

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

Her fingernails Natural Long Pointed On fingers

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

Yo te amo Tres palabras Que solucionen todo Para la mujer Tan complicada

Good secret Bubbles inside Let me out Bad secret Indigestion

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

No pido disculpas Por escribir Lo que siento Lo que llevo adentro Lo que vivo

The passive-aggressive Guilt trip Is a weak tool For your purpose The sensitive