*Vanity*
It's the start of the day,
And i make my way,
Towards my vanity,
My only link to sanity.
I take the ochre cream first,
To satiate my skin's thirst,
Then dust some foundation on,
So that my tear stains are gone.
Blue, golden, silver on the rack,
From the array of colours, I pick black,
And line my eyes to outline my emotions,
The only visible site of chaos and commotions.
A rouge pink shade plum my lips,
That hides the busted tear and rips.
Brushing some blush to hide my pale fright,
I maybe vain, but vanity is my delight.
I may chatter, but i chatter to forget,
I may blabber, but i blabber with no regret.
It takes my mind off of the world beyond my vanity,
A world lacking peace and clarity.
They see my pride and vain as i walk,
They don't seem to hear my masked talk,
But i wear them as my armour,
Hiding behind a world of glamour.
I'll walk the walk, and talk the talk,
I'll be the cold hard rock.
For it's hard enough to be the true me,
In front of the mirror of my vanity.
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