Vanity

She's all so sure
of herself
with a proud, haughty glare
a persona not blanched
by neuroses or fear

She's all so sure
as she stands
high on a ledge
knowing she'll never slip

She's all so sure
to the world
her chin high
and imposing
cold eyes a stop sign

She's all so sure
all so lonely
so far and away
detached from us
that are unsure and afraid