Looking, But Not Truly Seeing Poem by Naomi (fellowtuber123) Hamilton

Dark room, black glassy floors,
Four posted bed, robust wooden door.
Dusty old candlesticks, velvet black curtains,
No one inhabiting, that I am certain.

However,

A girl enters the room,
In a black laced dress,
The scent of her purfume,
Follows its mistress.

She sits down by the mirror,
And looks into her eyes.
She leans a little nearer,
Then abruptly starts to cry.

For she is self-obsession,
The thing that makes you care,
About what other people think,
So please become aware.

She sees no beauty in herself,
No potential in her being.
To her the cards have all been dealt,
She's looking, but not truely seeing...