The cost of glow

​Beauty turned into a trend
With a price tag at the end
But beyond the creams and design
Our worth was never meant to shine

Beneath a mask of polished clay
That washes with the tide away.
For what is bought can never hold
The spirit that's a thousandfold

They sell us cures for every flaw
To keep us held within their claw,
But skin and bone are just the shell
Where deeper, quiet wonders dwell.

So let the bottled colors fade
And leave the game that they have played.
The truest light is free of cost
A hidden gem that’s never lost