The Vanity

Are you so focused on the exterior

because there’s nothing divine within the interior.

The lack of depth

Shallow, barely scraping the surface.

Was it worth it?

Pushing away everything you love?

Because the numbers had to grow up up and above.

Was the love,

Ever real,

Or do you just conceal,

The parts of that are vulnerable and too fragile to heal.

Leaving nothing left there to reveal.

But the truth,

That you coincide within yourself

when there’s nothing there to give

but your walls of emptiness,

Do you have empathy,

do you not see my pain

that love was always a game

and what’s left is just your vanity

or is that a question that still remains.