Vanity - Poem by Lynn Stillman
Don't forget, that I remember
the real person that you are.
You are the one, who will start
talking behind the back of
a person as soon as they
leave the table.
You are very generous
when it comes to giving compliments.
But then realizing how much
it takes away from you,
you grab them back
as fast as you can.
I think I know the depth
of your shallowness,
but then you surprise me again.
With a grin on your face,
out of the pool,
you let a little more water drain.
One day you will wake up
to a devastating waterfall.
The looks that intoxicate you now
will slowly evaporate,
but the mirror will still remain.
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