Completely self-conscious,
Analysing every movement, past actions, reactions, interactions, and statements
He just can't help himself,
Although he has begun to feel canned and hemmed in by this affliction
It isn't because he's concerned with images,
As he has no available mirror
But he appears transfixed on impressions,
Questioning and grading every human alike he's keeping score of his life
Sounds exhausting,
Is exhausting,
The baddest of habits he's like to break
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