I think I'm an exception.
To the rule that applies to all;
it's never the victim's fault
Bad things don't happen to me.
I seek them out.
A magnifying glass to my eye,
head in the sky
peering at the clouds,
avoiding the ground
so it's not my fault when I slip
and fall off the cliff.
Bad things don't happen to me.
But when they do...
I won't be able to blame you.
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PoetryIn this collection of poetry, Fee writes about their experience with mental illness, gender identity, relationships and finding themself as a seventeen year old.
