We are shaped 

By the people

Around us.

And I am chipped

And roughly

Hewn

Ripped

And badly

Sewn

By you.

Once

Every three months

You come

Needle-

Studded threats -

I'm numb.

I succumb.

You say I'm forced -

I'll have to.

You say it's all

Your idea.

Noncompliance

Non-believing

Medical

Flooding

My heart's 

Thudding

So leave

Please.

Give me

At least 

Three months

Of peace.

Christmas Adam Update

Hi.  Hello.

What's happened since

I last wrote?

Let us commence...

We got Hulu.

Streaming's great,

Ali and Kiera

Help my current state.

Thanksgiving's gross,

I'm glad it's over - 

O-Mall-eys?

No contact? Whatever.

Writing last month,

Writing still,

Summer camp in 

Winter fits the bill.

Presents come

And then we wrap them

Acceptable Christmas

How to attack them?

Blogging leaves me

Tender hearted

Armchair diagnosis?

Don't get me started...

You don't know me

But I see you.

Sharing my pain,

Blaming me, too.

But there are friendships, and

Grey came home.

These things and more tell us

We're not alone.