Having found a suitable defence
Against the winds of adolescence,
It surprises me to see the ground
Fall away in front of me—
Feelings better left interred
Spring up again confusedly.
Perhaps the climax has been reached;
All that's left is self-acceptance
And a bottle of regrets, and yet
I'd sooner choose a rare disease than
Trot out my neuroses for inspection.
How infuriating to be caught up
In a net of crass detection.
©2016 Michael Fraley
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