Nothing makes people flee Like reading them poetry They value it in theory But please don’t make them read Surprise me with your verse

By nature high-strung But I thought I was strong If not physically, emotionally For things to roll off my back Be mature and take the high road

How can I write how I feel When what I feel is nothing? How can I tell you what I need, What is wrong? When what is wrong

I cannot apologize For writing what I feel inside If it is hard to read It is harder to live I will understand

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

I cannot divide My heart Into four pieces Equally Geometrically

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

A family trait Massage Is our vice No shame Take what

I can feel it coming Decisions I can’t make Brain starts to freeze Fingers won’t work Sick of this disease

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never