The Lunatic Inside Me Iz a Hen Pecking Noose Hens Ii

Though afflicted with severe panic/anxiety attacks suffering became manifest destiny for decades housed née sequestered in abominable barracks (one common joe biden his time) made debut during prepubescence, ambivalent toward and quite lax concerning mien kampf, when adolescent/puberty at max metamorphosis from boy to man found me strongly in pax averse to growing up Anorexia Nervosa latched did tax developmental height and weight, whence this grown male did wax nostalgic for his boyhood- literally starved himself - not quite to death, or unconditional self-acceptance by peers. Mine psyche felt ship wrecked upon the jagged shoal of abject apathy, self-injury, and jury-rigged penury now a pall duh, these psychological idiosyncrasies perfect breeding ground to maul and rent asunder psychic ground for lack of pride slinking along hall ways resonating with flapping wings, his doppelganger exhibited gall wherein yours truly remained face down from a major fall when both parents alive (thine mum deceased almost eighteen plus years, when grim reaper didst call now octogenarian widower pop, who since this initial writing passed away about sixteen months ago) espied sense to bawl upon death ova me mum, and sensibility evinced inquisitive kindled linked opportunistic quest misunderstanding, avoiding whirled wide web as a young whippersnapper - wait, that iz not awl. Inform me if you wanna explore additional tidbits glore cuz long poem comprises more lines offering metaphorical tour within me body electric akin to teenage wasteland after internal near deadly war.