Goblin Brain

"Tell us one interesting fact about yourself."

The mind races.

Only one?

Do I share an insecurity?

"I'm gripped by my reflection,

held in place.

Unable to tear my gaze away from

innumerable flaws.

My self-loathing captivates."

The trauma always creeps up.

Don't people love a tragic story?

A survivor?

It distracts from their own

misery and

jaded dispositions.

A moment of relief from

the crushing weight.

Those moments are vital.

But parts of me,

parts that preoccupy me,

that bubble up

desperate for release

don't fit in moments.

Those parts of me are too tremendous,

too pervasive.

They're all of me.

So I say,

"I'm a leftie."

They sang joyously before the rain