Vanity Might Protect

Weakness, the enemies’ only goal
Find them surrounding, swallowed whole
I fear being seen like this over scraped knees crawling
Towards humiliation, asking minutes for seconds
Help me please

Look at what is shattered in the mirror
Superstition delivers, watch luck wither
Stare at one of twenty-nine slivers
Seven years to reflect
Reject your likeness
Dissect beauty vanity might protect

Heat lamp interrogation, drive the truth from me
Surrender every hiding place to save face
At least what’s left of it
You don't have to talk
I have ways of finding out for myself