Vanity

I’m caught in my own mess of lies,
And everyday something about me dies.
Laying myself bare, I spread my arms wider,
I'm tangled in the web of a spider.

Life is just one big vanity fair,
Skin and eyes and lips and hair.
Obsessed with so many perfumes and potions,
Trying to be perfect with sweet scents and lotions.

I can never tell who I can trust,
When I should love and when I should lust.
All these worthless hugs from a meaningless friend,
A broken bond that perfection can’t mend.

That inane friend told me dying is passion,
The news told me of starving for fashion.
I don’t know quite who to believe,
It's not clear when to die or to breathe.

So all I do is simply smile,
Eat my heart and then run a mile.
Sit still and quiet whilst my teenage dream dies,
Because I’m living a life of vanity and lies.