Inferiority Complex As a Kid, Adolescent and Emerging Adult Part Two

timid, meek, and demure (effeminate) me, essentially ruled the roost regarding Harris household sole son characterized vis a vis presented passive resistant outward nonestablishmentarian mold worst case scenario would witness Matthew Scott Harris spending longevity old and feeble minded at 324 Level Road outliving parents, pets (comprising inordinate number of dust bunnies) and siblings (an older and younger sister), the latter whose globetrotting exploits I envied, nevertheless outlived anyone polled even Methuselah, where mein kampf blissful, fanciful, nouveau poet nearly long forgotten boyhood charade, facade inlaid masquerade crumbled like broken scaffold attaining centenarian years old - faintly maintaining umbilical stronghold considerably surpassing mommy dearest, born November 13th, nineteen thirty five, yet moments before her passing she barely audibly apologized for occasions she did reprimand and scold retaliated against grim reaper, he whisked her diseased riddled body away after completing seventy plus orbits, all told. I experienced interminable relentlessly psyche burning acrid tormenting, teasing, and talking funny bullying vulnerability compounded amid courtesy of split uvula set me apart alien as a Druid livingsocial during latter half of twentieth and first two decades of twenty first century rather a speech pathologist informed legal biological guardians regarding Lancaster Cleft Palate Clinic minor congenital defect when attending sixth grade at Henry Kline Boyer Elementary i.e., submucous cleft palate, aforesaid whereby every day akin getting scorched by some "NON FAKE" ironclad grid me, this twangy nasal kid my undersized and socially withdrawn demeanor contributing to existence tumultuous and turbid.