Thursday, 21 March 2013

Vanity

Vanity

Concealed truth,
as her warm breath steams the mirror.
She holds the looking glass,
It etches vanity upon her image.
Beauty can't be seen,
Its within our veins not the reflection of features.
She lost herself,
Because she paid too much attention to herself.
Vanity is ugliness,
Her confidence stole the innocent young pretty girl.
Her mirror still isn't true to her,
It wont tell her how beautiful a person she is.
Her world like shattered mirrors,
People in pain reflect it back.
Her life,
Broken.

Love Kayleigh Jane xx

“The inventor of the mirror poisoned the human heart” ~ Fernando Pessoa