A little dose of Neonatal Hysteria,
Filled my Rabid Nose,
I was born a tenscore year back,
But Now from the Depths I rose..
He'd fill my mirror,my furtive shadow,
She'd shake her pretty little head,
They wanted me,coveted me,
My stomach felt like lead..
Each morning,from the Hall of mirrors,
I'd tear myself away,
I'd lose them in the rearview piece,
They'd catch up at the parting of the ways..
And now I know I'd a battle lost,
Before the battle was won,
I'd Stuck my head into the sand,
Now I emerge to kiss the sun..
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