I wish there was a loan for honing that most delicate lobe where decisions are made.

Research claims the brain

develops fully at 25.

Specifically the prefrontal cortex,

basically, where decisions are made.

So is it any wonder that I

Fuck up [and]

run

away

from mistakes,

take root

where no one

knows my name,

tainted

by sharp tongues and admonishments,

[I never liked being yelled at.]

Consequences:

a sting and a burn,

skin turn

ed red, purple

like bruise,

heal.

[I don’t like to be wrong.]

Stubborn:

not ‘wrong’

- ‘learning’

not ‘fucking up’

- ‘growing’.

Just wishing for more green

backing each slip-up.

What is the cheapest lesson?

A lesson unworthy of learning.

Riddle me to excuses,

piled up,

padding

the sensitive side of growing up.