Roaming
My home again
Thrown to oblivion
Reading too much
Teenage angst-
Driven
Drama
So full of despair
And yet,
Missing the comma
Disarmed of my otherwise
Harmony
Polity
Suddenly thoughts
Are released from
Frivolity
Volumes outspoken
As two cents
And comments
And compliments
Seldom
But feedback composed
By thine hands
That have held them
At odds
With my former
Identified
Self
Undeserving of living
Afflicted
I felt
So addicted
To fearing
To others
Would spread
What my dismal contagion
Virulently dreads,
Permeates
Every inch
Every crevice
Recesses of mind
And as not
But a writer
I cured it in time