Better

In late December 

my birthday rolls around

and falls, slap bang

in my face.

Laden with hate,

I seal my disgrace; 

it is not time

for my mind

to lose

it’s place.

Not yet a new year,

when all my childish,

petty fears

come together

and form a world,

supposedly better.

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