Vanity

This is a  short poem that I think everyone will relate to; it is just whether you are the red font or the black font.

This could be continued...

Merry Christmas everyone xxxx

Red font: the voice of Vanity

Black font: Everyone who does not fancy themselves

Hello beautiful in the mirror there!

Your immeasurable prettiness too much

To bear,

I’ll capture this sight with my electronic eye,

Then subject the social world in hope of reply,

A comment of admiration, or a simple ‘like’,

Either will do: as long as you’re polite

Strangely enough we do not care,

About your luscious looks or your pretty hair,

The mirror you see as a constant state,

But unfortunately your highness, this is not the case

Your hair will wither, and your skin will crack,

What a shock that will be, when ageing attacks,

I don’t suppose you will take pictures when

You experience this fright?

I welcome the day, when I can click ‘dislike’

Naivety

Thinking about how badly people get manipulated sometimes, without even realising it. 

I write what I want on

a post-it note; and

Then stick it on your head.

And magically you come to ‘life’,

I’ll label you till your death

A self-fulfilling prophecy:

Your naivety will feed me well,

I’ll amend you,  and I’ll shape you

In your consensual cell.

Yes I will imprison you!

and you will never know.

Naivety is a dangerous glee,

So ensure your mind does grow 

Indifference

Perpetual disinterest: in

You

This state of apathy makes hatred

Desirable; like the longing for

Something palpable, tangible,

Even if it hurts!

Because: grey is better than black

Somewhat dull; but the paleness speaks

Far less animosity than absolute darkness

The expression of indifference;

There is no greater insult.