Dear Sweet Queen of Vanity

I write this letter to bid you a final farewell. and I truly hope it finds you well and fair. You see I’ve based my life upon your being, and every vain symbol and element you bare. But now the time has come to cut you loose, and sever this bond you and I have created. I wish to live my life not based upon looks; nor this persona of beauty you have delegated. I know it won’t take very long to replace me – For others like me you will certainly convene. Who will rally in pride and assemble in deceit, all in the name of Sweet Vanity their Queen. They will bow their heads, proclaim their trust, in you, my Sweet Queen and irrefutably follow. Bidding well to their pride, masked in conceit – Your pill of selfishness they’ll surely swallow. But as for you and I, we will no longer exist – in an egotistic relationship, shallow and bleak. I must move on and proclaim my lost throne, of the missing girl now superficial and weak. You see I’ve lived the hell and know too well, the curse you have upon the weak and weary. My beauty lies within, and not what is seen – Goodbye my Sweet Queen of Vanities dreary.