Millions of people, billions of faces,
Phony jacks pretend to be aces,
freehand forced to be fancy fonts,
for being the 'ideal', the society wants,
for they try to be someone they are not,
for they find flaws in whatever they got,
beauty is fair,
beauty is slim,
beauty is tall,
oh cut the baseless whim!
to be like the so called 'ideals' are,
they rush to be with the trend,
they compare the variable 'beauty',
like a world wide constant,
the simple mechanism of a coward's defence,
the fake polished masks of pretence,
beauty is in purity,
not appearance or physique,
beauty is a variable,
beauty is in unique,
materialistic? NO! it's originality, Naked!
for beauty lies beneath the Fake Facade.
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