Beauty
Inside my purse I have
A mirror, reflecting my imperfecions
My phone, a constant reminder of others highlights
My makeup, to cover my insecurties
Inside my thoughts have
A strive to be good enough
In a world where beauty is praised
Constant comparison, like salt to sugar
Both may look identical
But the taste is incomparable
Appearace is deceiving, reality is evident
This poem is about:
Me