Facebook As Confessional Minus Sexual Abuse

Past psychological development

describes zigzagging mama's yoyo

casually, aye publicize, (asper

mein kampf) personal woe

unpleasant memories indelibly

etched, jagged, scar outlined like ticktacktoe

solitary games invariable resultant

draw between every “x” and each "o"

metaphorical of course for this poetic,

formerly non opportunistic

generic Joe Schmoe,

hoof hound cathartic airing emotionally

rocky terrain, whereby floe

tips of icebergs with poetry I tool

examining, excavating, extracting, et cetera hoe

ping to discover ring visa vis,

why this ordinary fella did not want to grow

up, when on the throes of puberty lugging

"FAKE" nostalgic memories in tow

markedly heavy impossible to shrug

Atlas off (as if yoked with an albatross) also

weighted with Taj Mahal size fountainhead

gushing with emotional phlegm like no

buddies business shockingly deadly toxic

sputum nearly killed me, the only bro

their too hoo (owl right) untwisted sisters

one older, the other younger dough

ting on this then suicidal, impassive, and

ambivalent depressively sullen self burrow

wing boy within my own wormhole unresponsive

to overtures of sincere love - self castrated

particularly social maturation grew

ming this present day subdued chap

still smarting from ravages of anorexia

nervosa, particularly wrought hardy brew

of schizoid personality disorder self

deprivation excruciating frame of mind

as I mercilessly flayed and never grew

to experience ordinary relationships,

hence though married with grown daughters,

nonetheless...pay penance forever rue

man hating price hermetically

sealed wharf from humans,... thus you

cannot reach me, - now adieu!