She wore her vanity like an obscene scar
Receiving the looks which she expected
Admired for her beauty and grace
No one saw what lay beyond her face
A broken heart she kept to herself
A slight imperfection, a razors miscalculation
Misguided pride was her sorrowful undoing
Mirror, mirror leaning up against the wall
Why won’t you reflect the pain hidden in me?
Smile prettily; conceal the image that is false
Let nobody see the horror of forced reality
See me, standing before you, look what you have done
Remove your mask and reveal your own pathetic vanity
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