He tried so hard and got so far, Fixing himself, starving, covering up, Changing, not for himself But for others. In the end, he shuts down. His system, down. Broken from trying so hard. They told him to cover it, Convinced himself to hate it. Mirrors became arguments, Searching far for hope, Unbeknownst, that hope’s waiting, Waiting in the dark. But IN THE END, The scar was the map home.