Beauty is pain.
But what's there to gain?
Standing off in the ditch.
You're voice is off pitch.
Tears in your eyes,
But no one sees your cries.
Where's the beauty in this?
It's time to see,
Your soul is everything.
It's time to be,
Anything but nothing.
Once you notice,
Your own beauty inside.
You can take the world off your shoulders,
Because, as every story goes, beauty is in,
The eye of the beholder.
YOU ARE READING
Eye Of The Beholder.
PoetrySomeone talked down to me. Called me ugly. But I'm beautiful inside, and they were jealous. We are all beautiful, inside and out.
