Oh, I know that lip twitch
the one that is loaded with
judgment disgust horror.
I am who I am and not
who you think I am or
Who knew a tiny facial movement
of another's face could briefly
slam me back thirty plus years to
seventeen years old, insecure,
afraid, codependent, full of
despair and self-loathing,
desperately willing to sacrifice
self and serenity for fleeting approval?
Long period of reconstruction