Surrounded by your billow of smoke,
Smoke on which I wish you'd choke.
Your billows and smoke are killing me,
the actions and words that affect family.
You don't know, your focus couldn't be clearer
you can't see anything past your mirror.
A mirror of vanity, without introspect
with flaws to address you'll never reflect.
You see yourself and no one around
you'll lose it all, nothing left to be found.
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