Michael St. Amand: Slave to Vanity
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Reality of Vanity

Vanity is the hallmark of the meek and powerless. They cry for

good opinions of themselves Not being able to set their own value

Fredrick Nietzsche


Time has scoured my beauty,

too many days have passed.

The glow of youth is waning,

my time is in the past.


I spend my days imagining,

what others think of me.

Consumed with self indulgence,

no time is left to be.


At night I dream of special ness,

Alone all tucked in bed.

Filled with mindless visions,

Awakened morning dread


Excessive pride surrounds me,

silent deadly sin reigns.

Visions whirl within me,

modesty I cannot feign.



Reality now is not good enough,

caricature is real.

Exaggeration necessary,

for me to really feel.


Raw glamour rarely happens,

except inside my head.

Continual confirmation,

is what I need I said.

I dream of liberation,

from the need to be perfect.

Approval of others,

from which I cannot escape.


I yearn for the peace of old age,

to kill my addiction to the sweetness of compliments.

To be fully realized,

my final days content.


Terry A. Tincher




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