My own emotional health issues were bullying me during the time I was drafting that poem. It was a pressure I couldn't pin down or diagnose. And like many, if not most, writers I had the self-consciousness to recognize it made great conditions for writing.
No one's perfect," I whisper. "It doesn't work that way. One bad thing goes away, and another bad thing replaces it. " I traded cowardice for cruelty; I traded weakness for ferocity.