through these lenses see competition as nothing
But Ms Vain, who lives in the mirror doesn’t see the perfection she’s wanting
The more of the foundation that she paints on
the less she reveals all of her reals
Her self esteem becomes Bankrupt with out her makeup…
bag full of lies
Lip sticks, eye lines
Foundation on Foundation
Her compact is like crack.
Addicted to it’s tricks
And the way it enhances her pix
In the morning she barely recognizes who she is.
Completely uncovered her reals are revealed.
& Without her frames Ms Vain is ashamed of who she really is.
She rather cover it all then to bare it
To be seen in public as completely flawless
in the world with her make up on
she feels less transparent.
So everyday Ms Vain puts on her frames
And high heels as if she entered a pageant
She struts her stuff with every step
I know you can imagine
She enters a room and doesn’t have to demand attention.
The art on her face gets all the recognition.
With every stroke of the bush
Adds a new layer of deceit
Making sure You will never see the real person beneath
Yea She looks good now
But when she goes home
washes it all off and lays down’
She becomes a different person
And now a selfie virgin
She wont get caught dead without having on her foundation
is not so vain
without her frames
Her competition is looking more assertive
Her natural beauty will forever go unnoticed
until she embraces
those flaws she can never be flawless.