Vain Wings

On her back are the wings of vanity
Her nails chipped
Oh, the calamity!

Checks her hair
Breathes cotton candy air
Nobody speaks to her
Nobody dares

Applies lipgloss, in a mirror
Invisible flaws,
Slowly become clear

Puts compact away
Doesnt wish, to see her odd reflction
She thinks she is nothing, but perfection

Vanity.
Slander.
Pining.
Eating others souls,
That's what she is dining

And she spreads her wings
Crumpled wings of vanity