Beauty Fades

I never had to be as pretty as her,
Everything she had,
I could steal with my mind,
My words

It never took more,
Than an obscure thought or observation,
To draw out lust,
To become a puppeteer

I do suppose that makes me shallow,
Superficial,
Maybe a little arrogant,
But it always felt good,
To prove them wrong

This quiet, shy, insecure girl,
Inside, hiding her vanity,
Deceiving watching, prying eyes,
That so quickly pass judgement