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

Don’t talk down to me I am not a child! Even children Deserve respect

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

When we are young we strive to be cool with our clothes and the way we move and our friends with swag as adults though our friends be co…

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

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

Traffic Irritation becomes a nightmare As the lines start to squiggle Bending in and out And the world starts its attack

Scratchy plaid blanket Red with yellow stripes Hot and itchy underneath Claustrophobia strikes Purple and blue prisms

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field

I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

Antisocial tendencies Amplified by sickness I can people watch Yet I can’t people talk I am lonely