73. U - Ugly

After a long period on ventilation, I stood on my feet
With shaky legs,
Injections(allegations)​ on my wrist and stitches(band-aid) on the head
They offered me help(sympathy),
I held to myself(willpower)
With a blur vision, I paved my path to the restroom
The next vision, burnt me into fumes
An almost bald head, with uneven hair growth(growing ugly)
Scarred forehead(self esteem) with a black shade(toxic energy)
A vertical line of stitches in one corner
Ripped thread pieces(unreal promises),
A vertical cut, like used a blade(regrets)
Then struck the horror
that left me cold, this shook me
Unable to hold
A squinted eye, with abruptly behaving eyelids
That would open up when I looked down
And never open for a normal vision(outlook towards life)
I couldn't recollect the reason
Or how it happened
But just notice, these disabilities
Before I looked bright like the sun
Now I look eclipsed like a sin(past comparison)
I was a nightmare myself
My face seemed like it was filled with poison, it was contaminated(with negativities)
It was a mask,
Slowly getting smudged with my face
This is getting engraved on my skin
Undettachable,
Unable to get rid of these stains
blackened(depression) is the blood running in my veins(slow death).