for the love for Vanity and all that is Vain

To just be yourself, is never enough.

You always have to push, to be better.

But what if you were enough?

And instead of Vanity, being better wasn’t insanity?

Society begs for conformity, but I can’t seem to hear.

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, yet we close our eyes.

If all we see is Vanity, and a need to be one.

We need to run and find where we can be born again.

A lone wolf, in a murder of ravens; everyone searching for more.

Let me experience insanity because I fear your Vanity.