I avoid the formal poem.
I realize this is about control.

Like an aperture, I only let in so much–
I was once a very different person,
I realize. 

This is.  

About control, I try and keep a clear mind.

I was once a very different person
easily hurt by the actions of others
I held close.

A clear mind
isn’t the most fun, but
easily, hurt? Nah. 

The actions of others?

I held. 

Close.