Mirror

The playground of vain person's expressions-
to be practiced haughtily till perfection,

The source of libido for narcissus of all ages
and the ones yet to bloom,
for whom you've always been
and always be comfortably perched among right walls.

Helping your frequent visitors manufacture
delightful uncomfortable smiles,
fostering vanity-
inch by inch, till it starts
hurting the ones unwelcomed in your vicinity.

Wounding people with the adorned knife of aesthetics,
a discriminator-
you conspire hand-in-hand with fate that has been
unmerciful to the ones not blessed by
the right combination of pleasing geometrical parameters.
Those marred by symmetry,
unforgiven by scars,
mocked by blemishes and blisters,
who avoid you like plague.

Empty in yourself,
fulfilling you have been to your guests-
pleasing them with cocktails of emotions to choose from
in the celebration that you can host
any time called for.

I understand you are just doing your job.

But,
I personally think-
the world could have done without you.