Vanity: Thy Name

Passion quick to form,
Motive soon to fade,
Lust and fate and destiny,
It's all she can't evade.

Vanity, I speak thy name...

Truths are fond of questions,
But not so much debate,
For explanations: clarity,
Alas, the time is late.

Vanity, I speak thy name...

Jealousy is surfacing,
Anger soon to form,
But Romance, heartbreak, lullabies,
It leaves her tattered, torn.

Vanity, I speak thy name...

Thy name is but three syllables,
Two common words of youth,
Rolling off of every tongue,
And singing every truth.

But, alas, thy name,

It's "Teenage Girl."