It's beautiful
The way we work
Our outsides like a shiny hull
Welcoming and catering
So the world can't see that we're berserk.
It's beautiful
The way we decide
Who goes beyond our shiny looks
Deceiving and hiding
So only a few can see our eroded insides.
It's beautiful
The way we still try
To make our insides look a bit nice
Hopeful and trying
So when the few leave we don't cry.
But who am I kidding.
We will always cry.
YOU ARE READING
A Book of Thoughtful Poetry
PuisiA book of poetry I wrote myself. I doubt it would sell But hopefully it would make you think As we dive through hell
