Broken Pieces

Pah! They called me lovely,
But I was beautiful and vain,
And when that moment dawned,
They would forever remember my name!

I stepped out from my vehicle,
My figure in mirrors gleamed,
I graced the world with my presence,
As one crazed woman screamed,

The crowed screamed out in unison,
Each one, an adoring fan,
Next thing I knew I was blowing kisses,
Like only a true Star can,

The lights, they shone around me,
Like a pallid halo of light,
I was the main attraction here,
But something wasn't right,

I stepped upon the stage,
My heart a quivering dove,
The crowd they called me,
Screaming out their love,

I waved my hand, one simple gesture,
As one and all fell silent,
I could feel my heart within me,
Beating, fluttered, wild and violent,

A shot rung out and sliced the still,
As all watched, frozen, amazed,
I gazed upon my white, silk dress,
Not one called out unfazed,

The blood upon my dress did bloom,
A lovely crimson flower,
But though my vanity, so fair,
Could not save me from the hour,

Time took his rightful prize,
T'was me, who stood up ever higher,
Silent, as my life paint'd across
The patterned floor aquire'd,

I lay against the bloodied floor,
As the glass was sprinkled ‘round,
I saw myself reflected inside,
The broken mirror I had found,

My heart, my soul,
Was scattered far and wide,
Broken pieces of myself,
In which I did not confide,

As my world faded to black,
One thought crossed my mind in pain,
Who was that woman dressed in white,
Who taught me to be vain?