Vanity

I’m a liar, a thief of honesty my body is a temple of deceit, my voice screams hymns of dishonor all to feed my need for vanity I paint my face in borrowed truths, a mask of gold, a hollow shrine. Each word I speak, a fragile thread, spun to make the false divine. But mirrors crack and colors fade, reflections whisper what I hide. No prayer can cleanse a heart so stained, no light will take me as its guide.