Paper Cuts

I wonder

If all the boys

I’ve ever known

Will recognise themselves

Thinly veiled

In these words

Built on the impressions

They offered up

Which I weaved

Into something wiser

And if they do

Will they be shocked

Feel exposed

Will they see

The hundreds of thoughts

They formed in me

Which I relived

In thousands

Of paper cuts

Searching

For answers

To my millions

Of unasked questions