The psychologist wonders of the cause,
poking questions of my frenetic past:
Did my mother neglect against the laws?
Did my father abuse enough to last?
Did my brother host parties filled with beer?
Did my sister date wild boys lost of count?
Did my best friend pressure things insincere?
Did my dog die by accident's account?
Did my neighbor ask my help too often?
Did my teacher give homework hours long?
Did my boss scold needlessly and frighten?
Did my god not instruct me right from wrong?
"No," I tell the doctor, "the one to blame
is the stranger in the glass with my name."
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