Vanity
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Amy Butler, Grade 10
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Poetry
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2007
It poisons the soul
Deep down inside
Searching for ugliness out of perfection
Yet dazzled by the perfection of its horror,
Beauty is a word not denied by it
Yet they are not satisfied
They inspect for more flaws
Time passes by,
And they're still standing
Focusing on only one thing
Still staring at the mirror.