I've been through it again, but for real this time.
No one will survive me to be a bully of my psyche, but
Perhaps I will continue to do just that;
My one true critic- ruthless, unforgiving,
But with a memory three inches long.
Chastise my face than forget because I know it doesn't matter.
Layer upon layer these things pile upon my countenance-
They teach me how to grow when I am young.
How it goes is true to the memories inside my head's meat,
After something like this I can only smile and show my broken teeth.