A Butterfly Effect
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  • LECTURAS 1,037
  • Votos 22
  • Partes 19
  • Hora 27m
Concluida, Has publicado jun 08, 2013
Beauty
So fragile and striking
A wordless wonder
That softens the hardest hearts of men
And steals the words out of the most loquacious women
It gives you an image
We ingrain into our memories
Tatoo to our chests
Imprint into our minds
Beast
Traipsing through our flowery memories
Only to leave waste
Your self confidence and joy stolen from right under your nose
By a virus that just won't quit spreading
A tumour that just keeps growing
A cancer that ravages ruthlessly
We soon start comparing everything to this form
We start labelling things varying degrees of beauty
We start molding ourselves and others into this commonly accepted notion of beauty
It becomes a religion
A cult
If you do not fit their definition of beautiful
You are shunned
Frowned upon
Labelled as ugly, but who are we to chose who is ugly and who is not?
If we were all made in Gods image then surely we are
Flawless?
We don't think so
You don't think so
We become trapped in the tormenting black hole of our poisoned thoughts
Like sitting in a empty room without any other form of life
We start thinking we already don't count as life
So why not make it official?
I fear one day the miniscule strength we have to put down that blade will be gone. Vanished into oblivion
And we will hit the ground never to get up again
Like fallen stars in a b black sky
This is not only my struggle but yours
Some have it harder than others
But at the end of the day aren't we all on the same boat?
We are the oppressed
Oppressed by society
Oppressed by our thoughts
And unfortunately oppressed by these so called comrades
All that is left of us are the scarce remnants of a once mighty army
Proud warriors
The beast stole all our fight with the excuse of beauty
Because they are one in the same
Beauty is the Beast
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