society wears a mask,
parading around like a creature
who doesn't bare teeth and claws.
but there's still fresh blood
dripping from the teeth
that grazed us.
⠀
beauty is dismantled
by the hands of everyone
until it makes sense
under a black & white filter.
beauty is pain,
beauty breeds gain,
beauty is insane.
again and again.
⠀
the mirror is the enemy
to all who lay eyes upon it.
even nightmares seem
more bearable
than pressing your hands
to a mirror
and asking for forgiveness.
for some semblance of peace.
for a shred of admiration
for ourselves.
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beauty thrums
through our veins
like electricity
through a live wire.
we have been fed lies
our entire lives.
now it's time
we swallowed
the truth.
YOU ARE READING
calm as chaos, clear as smoke ✓
Poetry❝𝘸𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯.❞ a collection of poetry. title insp: bad luck by former vandal.
