Vanity you’ve come to know
So much so you’re called a pro.
A high-pitched scream with every pimple
You make life hard it’s never simple.
You stare obsessed about your face
And spot one hair that’s out of place.
You pack on hairspray and make-up too
You spend half your time in the loo.
Mr. Mirror is your foe and friend
Much time with him you always spend.
He can remind you that you look like hell
It makes you want to scream and yell.
Big money dwindles on creams and lotions
Your head is full of silly notions.
A cure for age you hope to find
It would make life easier if the world were blind.
Image-perfect is your only aim
Except yourself the world you blame.
'I must look perfect' I hear you say
It’s the start of yet another day.
I know, and we do try so hard! ! ! ! ! It's a race against time, but we know time always wins, sadly. A true storyline here, oh to be free from these chores. You have given our secret away. Ha!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Mine's cracked so I have to put of with double the yuck~~~~~~: O) But I'm not one for spending time putting on the make-up anyway.........Love your style : O)