A course of beauty, whether inside or out.
Profoundly indifferent to our eyes.
How we feel on the outside,
reflecting sorely of our insides.
But do we know what beauty is?
A word spoken by many,
by loved ones held so dear.
To be beautiful, must each blemish stray,
or our hair, framed against a face of god-like structure.
There is your answer, we don't know beauty.
Whether our eyes can see, or our hearts can feel,
beauty resides within, only seen by those beautiful themselves.
Now ask me, do I believe I am beautiful?
Not at all, because beauty does not masks its fears of the world,
or hide behind their true feelings.
But nowadays, there is hardly anyone we can call "beautiful."
For this day and age, beauty is just looks.
There is no longer that reflection of the inside, shown to the out.
It is presently a shattered mirror,
with only us to decipher our inner, true, magnificent beauty.
