Stages

Stage One

Oblivion

Until someone finally throws it

in your face

And all hell is let loose

Or

If you’re lucky

It’s served gently on a spoon

You feel such a fool

Stage Two

What do you do?

Defend yourself with tooth and nail?

Smile in agreement and silently wail?

Or skip directly

To

Stage Three

And meet yourself

Anew

In the mirror

Is that really me?

How awful, sad,

Interesting

Understandable

To some degree….

Funny, in a way too

Sorry I made you feel so bad