I am apprehended

By the imperfections

of mu decisions

and reminded

of my faults

on a constantly often basis

and made to remember

the onslaught of

unworthiness which was all an

uncomfortable mask made for a stab in the

front that became so many

Instances of hurt from

the battlefield of burned-out

self esteem has always

been a long open field of

wounds and bunkers of

ways a sick unhappy

delivery has been

absolutely relieved and received

by some soul who would

never have met the

sorrow of a dark inner

torture young me

eats up and was bread

eating for