Vanity


I gaze into the gilded mirror
to see what will stare back at me.
The image there can be no clearer
is this what other people see?

My face is dark and long and twisted
an ugliness I cannot hide.
To think, my life had seemed so gifted
I'm sure the mirror only lied.

I looked before, but could not see it
now I look and cannot flee it.
The truth was always in my stare
the mirror held my secrets there.

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A man realizes his vanity has destroyed his world. He finally sees the monster that others know him to be.