Mirror mirror...

What is it u need me for.?. There's so many others willing to feed ur ego n pick ur worth up off the floor...  I'm. no more than a head count in ur eyes... As ur jus an other in luv with the attention to ever acceot something real in ur life... Living off of attractions that only build u up to look down on everyone else... Though it's ur heart that no one could ever help... Hiding behind the vanity that draws others into the empty taunt... As u smile n then turn around n talk scoot how others are seeking u as a want... It's a game u play to help yourself feel better in which you'll never admit... Ur too into yourself to ever come clean from the nonsense... Making u no more than a feind to the masses tuned in on u... N yet not a one of them u will ever have a use... Ur jus absorbing the energy that u will never become...  Lost in ur own awaiting what you'll never give into as u go completely numb... Though days will fall behind u as u age with time... No longer to depend on to the flesh in which you've been defined... What will u rely on once the wrinkles begin to set in.?. For others will be forced to see who u truly are deep within... A has been, a fake, a bitter azz dwelling in ur emptiness... Who is it u think u are thinking ur better than anyone else when ur yet to join the rest.?. Back to the basics in which you've refused to accept as a real individual... U won't resemble yourself one day as u drift from sights no longer a spectacle... Humbling u as a different version able to adapt to not having ur fame... Or taring u from limb to bcuz ur thirst for everyone to admire u has gone away...