Beauty is what lies within.
I'm told this
As you pile layers of make up
Onto damaged skin,
And promise me I'm perfect,
While forcing my hair into place,
With canned chemicals.
Beauty is a social construct
You assure me,
Helping me zip a skin tight dress.
You're beautiful,
You swear,
As you hide me behind layers
Of cloth.
Of make up.
Of lies.
Of false promises.
But it's okay.
I'm
Beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
PoetryMy thoughts tend to form like poems, so I figured I'd share them- part of me hoping they make sense to more than just myself.
