What is beauty?
This subjective thing that we search diligently for,
In anything,
In everything.
And we love the ideas of beauty.
All of them,
Except the ones that show the ugliness.
Of how we are and what we are.
Electric souls.
Disgustingly Repelling yet scorchingly magnetic.
We are victims of beauty.
We are striving for something so ugly.
What exactly is beautiful?
Beauty is the beast.
We claw at our surfaces.
Fitting ourselves in tight spaces.
Wearing tears,
Less is more.
More is too much.
But you're beautiful right?
Chasing the ideals.
Trying to catch up with something that is ever changing.
Because in all honesty beauty is a perspective.
And I have watched,
How at some point someone's perspective becomes the only perspective.
Before it changes again.
We can't find beauty in everything.
We aren't built that way.
We couldn't recognize true beauty if it was looking us in the face.
Which is why so many souls die,
Because they can't be seen for who they are.
The Ugly truth.
That beauty is infinite and as many as the stars in the sky.
And what is beautiful today can so easily be called ugly tomorrow.
Because the beauty we strive for is disposable and completely dependent on who we want to call us beautiful.
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Poetry"I'm desperately trying to heal myself." •. •. •. •. •. I strongly believe art isn't supposed to be pretty, or liked and understood by the masses. Art is supposed to make you unco...
