The Would-Be Heart-Throb Poem by John Weber

That mirror on your mantle
proves you strive for grace
too vexing for value pure
since vanity prods your face

like those cheers that shape your set
until familiar phrasing
highlights how desperately
you clutch at fame blazing

from every blistered crystal
projecting your daydream
of bliss within royalty
mastering your gray scheme.

Your promotion starts at home
where all who dare to ask
are privy to your journey
balancing each grim task

with hardly a random care
beyond your next staging
as awake fans everywhere
ignore your heart's raging.

Enjoy your starring campaign
while the spotlight holds force
since harmony fades away
from those with no remorse.