Victimized By Old Butterflies

vanity, one of society’s sins that

I cannot shake, dwelling on what seems like

cocaine-addicted to society’s labels

trying desperately to reach perfection,

ignoring the lectures that other speak

motivated by magazines with the latest fashion-

I fail to realize that I’m losing my grip,

zits appear to be the death of me

ever-changing my appearance,

dying from a blemish, an imperfection.

but even then, sometimes, we over react

yielding to lessons finally learned,

oblivious to the fact that these

lessons were taught to us as children

denying that looks don’t matter to us.

but old insecurities

underlined in poisonous words

tumble out into the open,

traumatizing our pride

even as we continue to deny things,

realizations come

flooding the mind and heart,

leaving us to wonder about our values

ignoring the inability to justify the cruelty behind

every action, every word-

society deems to be trendy.