Epitome Poem by Kimberley Waldron

When you look into a mirror what do you see.
Nothing more but a reflection of me
Holding high I mimic your moves
Making you feel your the only one in the room

I'm a ghost of this epitome lathered in gold
Sun dressed in olives bathered and bold
Take a look and you'll be quite hooked

Haunted by an image rigid and hard
Your ego wont leave it'll go quite far
Sucked into a place where all is shamed
But you my friend are the ego
So play your game