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Growing sideways for years

Seeking approval and validation for my own personality

The fear of vulnerable ventures is conquerable

but the numbness, and resulting apathy is the real killer

Years cast shadows

Where time, distance, and silence

composure and practicality

obstructs any honest sunrise

Pride is my worst filter

escape is my worst defense

Introspection is my worst enemy

when doubting,

then accepting,

false pretense

I won't grow up

I accept enough silent purgatory

while deflecting concern of others

while deflecting concern within myself

because the world misinterprets the downfall of the complex

and because a bruise doesn't expose the internal bleeding

until merely bittersweet memories remain

potentially unclaimed