Peering at the luminous cheval glass stands a wide eyed girl.
Porcelain powder conceals
  the freckles that she hides.
Flushing cheeks with rose before she enters the side—
Of the stage on which she plays every day.
Lips of scarlet
Lashes black as night
Face framed with golden locks curled tight.
As the curtain rolls back
The crowds will applaud
   not because of her image.
For Vanity is flawed.

Kindness in her crystal eyes
Comfort in her smile
Words of encouragement ring throughout the aisle

When the curtain closes
Spectators disperse
It's evident
Her lines are not rehearsed.
Clean face
Frizzy hair
The cheval glass reflects
   kindness
   poise
   elegance
Gleaming from her left chest.