The pine trees Reach up On both sides Of the road Telling me

The pressure inside Is building It comes out through my eyes I stop up the tears It comes out through my nose

Who am I? I am me When did I Become me? As I recall

I would never choose To eat a granola bar Or peanut butter crackers Though I eat them All of the time

If you find someone That can do it Better than you Get them on your team

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

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

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

Tomorrow Has not yet come It’s promises yet to be broken Tomorrow Is bigger