When you open your mouth, I begin to sigh.
Your conversations always start with "me, my, or I".
Force feed the others to consume your lie.
To prove a point you simply must make.

No amount of cover-up will mask your vanity.
You're the driving force behind the decline of humanity.
Mascara will only emphasize the look of insanity.
That shows in every photo you take.

You call it confidence, most call it deceit.
At the edge of the frame, decency lies in defeat.  
Pushed out by your ego, empathy sent to retreat.
With every crooked smile that you fake.

So stay true to yourself, ignorance is blissfully gold.
Vanity and conceit disguised in your attempt to be bold.
Your feeling of humility left out in the cold.
A process you enabled for egotistic's sake.