Beauty

Beauty,

Something everybody strives for. Something some people never find. They look in all the wrong places. In all the makeup and hairstyles and body types and false hopes society thinks are acceptable. Only the few that have no room for the lies and bullshit others call a lifestyle have found real beauty. They know that it cant be bought, seduced, or taken. Its something inside you that is more beautiful than any mask.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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