They say beauty is what's within
Then why does my mirror only show my shell, only my skin
They say beauty is skin deep
Then give me a reflection that finds it
Rivers, silver, mirrors, I just see something ugly crawling under my clothes in these
None of them can see through me
Like a small cry in a bustling crowd,
The faint star in a shiny surround,
Unseen, unheard, untouched,
Beauty remains covered with a cloak of your expectations
Whisper on the morals held dear
Yet masks and painted faces get all cheers
How do I expect someone to read me, to know me
When my cover is blanketed with dust and filth
How do I expect someone to touch me
When I'm all thorns and guilt
Nobody likes a wilting flower
It's outed from the garden
Beauty is skin deep,
Try preaching depth to society's overlooked bid
Like an unwanted heirloom, you will stay away from the shunned,
Repeating the viscous cycle of ruining one
Yet you dare to say,
Beauty does not lie in outer appearances
I just have to believe in myself
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
