We had to grow up and pretend
like there aren't any of these problems
burning onto one's soul, eating at us
like fire around a coal;
Judgement and disbelief
are among my greatest fears
yet are the subtle expressions
of this fickle palimpsest, composite
of our longest years.
Thought I was creating something,
Detailing feeling and knowing,
Dedicating experience and growing,
Thinking of something better than me
in the hopes that it would better me.
I am not ashamed of myself-consoling poetry,
I had to try, that's all I ever meant by it.
If anyone should notice, and gods forbid they do
actually read this, then I'll admit it: I am Mydriasis
Not that it matters but I'm back on the warpath
again, finally.