Beauty is a mask
That we wear everyday
Beauty is a mask
For the people to use
For people who are ugly inside
To hide the reality
But that is something
Quite different than it should be
It has become a scale for character
For personality
For interest
For worth
While it was only suppoased
To be something to make us happy
It has outgrown its restrains
And got its revenge on the world
Planting doubt
And fear
Used as a weapon
By those who only have that
To crumble the ones
Who have something to offer the world
To cut their wings
Before they discover the truth
For beauty doesn't really exist
It is only a product of mind
But if people figure that out
If they figure it doesn't matter
What will be left
To the beautifull ones
Except their memories
And their habbits
What will be of them
When they are finally judged fairly
Based on the content of their souls
And not the scale they imagined
That they put up for themselves
That they made everyone follow
How will it look like
When there is no pretty
Of beautiful
Ever again
Would it cage people back
Back to whare they were long ago
Or would it recover their wounds
And free them
Free them to fly
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Elysium - Book of Darkness (Elysium #1)
PoesíaLook at the world from eyes of a monster. From eyes of the monster that the world created. That the people created. And that the society unlocked from the soul of a human. Best: #284 in poetry (April 22nd) (2018)
