Vanity, obviously.
But the glass glared,
It raised the flag.
Despite my lag,
The alarm blared-
Tripped, dubiously.
Self, tested. Questions.
Coma, no longer.
Back to life- snapped,
Thus far, napped.
Fear. Forces- stronger.
Blades, cut. Intentions?
Considered, end.
Half-to-year, nearer.
Oft a room so seen,
Window of life, screen.
Recesses, old and new, dearer.
Shipshape, condition, tend.
Odd the ego, how it can lie-
Or yet, unclothe the truth.
Nearly paradoxical, the scar,
Mark-replacing, saving by far,
Looks-fixated so uncouth,
But because of, onward I.
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