Vanity, oh vanity, how it does thrive,
In the hearts of those who want to be alive.
The need to be seen, to be adored and admired,
To be the center of attention, the one desired.
It blinds us to our flaws, and what truly matters,
For vanity is like a spell, that easily shatters.
We chase after an image, a mirage of perfection,
Ignoring the beauty of our own reflection.
It whispers in our ear, "you must be the best",
And we forget that happiness comes from within our chest.
We lose sight of the joy that lies in the simple things,
As vanity consumes us, like a moth to a flame.
But vanity is a fleeting thing, a temporary high,
For it cannot sustain us, nor can it help us fly.
So let us not be ruled by our vanity's decree,
And focus on the true beauty that lies within, and set ourselves free.
