Vain

Your reflection is deceiving,

Its ego cumbersome and unwieldy,

It knows exactly why you're here,

You seek the prophecy from the aesthetic far-seer,

It knows your petition for daily guidance,

And within it you place complete reliance,

For without it you'd sink into a cesspool of colors and hair-flipping insanity,

Why does your world revolve around the ocular glass,

But with plastered foundation your skin appears chapped and crass,

So go ahead stare until you're blind,

The mirror knows your intentions all too well,

Your compulsive doubt traps your happiness inside,

Begging for validation and praise but it will never tell,

So the next time you two must meet eye to eye,

Keep your appearance as a casual passerby,

For once you meet its golden-rimmed gaze,

You'll find neither satisfaction nor praise,

Only the desperate please of the fashionably depraved.