Vanities inability

Staring back upon thee
Through pains of aching glass
A reflection of innocence
Never seems to last
Vanities inability to see
Broken impulse resides in thee
For never truly knowing
the light of individuality
Molding all but concept
Against a will framed hand
Differences of living dead
Resides within each man
Seeking space in breath's take
Avoid the independent source
Lost within the worlds
Remorse.