Entangled eyes

Desperately looking,
Imagine herself in that silly costumes,
Like compliment comes,
Like compliment goes.
She's vain,
Figuring how to gain
Some more of that,
Even she didn't know what.
First-rated in imagination,
Scum in her eyes,
Well where the hell is actual existence?
Looking at the picture,
Now she's part of it.
Going in circles
Trapped in time,
The she opened her eyes,
The she realized
In that fancy things of her,
She has a big house, pool, car,
But there's that little trifle,
She hasn't bought a dog.
Now, first-rated in her eyes,
Scum in actual existence,
Where's the imagination?
Perhaps in past life?